In this image Oliver Twist is still hungry after eating in his orphanage, So him and his friends draw straws to decide who asks for more and it's oliver.
Song: OLIVER: Please, Sir, I want some more.
MR. BUMBLE: What? OLIVER: Please, Sir, I want some more. MR. BUMBLE: More! WIDOW CORNEY: Catch him! MR. BUMBLE: Snatch him! WIDOW CORNEY: Hold him! MR. BUMBLE: Scold him! WIDOW CORNEY: Pounce him! Trounce him! Pick him up and bounce him! MR. BUMBLE: Wait! Before we put the boy to task May I be so curious as to ask His name? BOYS: O-li-ver WIDOW CORNEY AND MR. BUMBLE: Oliver! Oliver! MR. BUMBLE: Never before has a boy wanted more! MR. BUMBLE AND WIDOW CORNEY: Oliver! Oliver! MR. BUMBLE: Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store. There a dark, thin, winding Stairway without any bannister Which we'll throw him down, and Feed him on cockroaches Served in a canister ALL: Oliver! Oliver! MR. BUMBLE: What will he do When he's turned black and blue? He will curse the day Somebody named him ALL: O-li-ver! MR. BUMBLE AND WIDOW CORNEY: Oliver! Oliver! MR. BUMBLE: Never before has a boy wanted more! MR. BUMBLE AND WIDOW CORNEY: Oliver! Oliver! WIDOW CORNEY: He won't ask for more When he knows what's in store. MR. BUMBLE: There's a sooty chimney Long overdue for a sweeping out Which we'll push him up, And one day next year With the rats he'll be creeping out! ALL: Oliver! Oliver! MR. BUMBLE: What will her do In this terrible stew? He will rue the day Somebody named him... ALL: O-li-ver!
Dickens' novel about a gentle-spirited orphan who's failed at every turn by the system set up to protect him is an indictment of the barbarism that thrives beneath the veneer of the most civilized societies; it's also a long, anguished wail over the willful ignorance and selfishness of us wretched humans, who were supposedly created in God's image but rarely live up to the honor.
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