Old friends

These are my friends,

See how they glisten.

See this one shine,

How he smiles in the light,

My friends,
My faithful friends . . .

Speak to me, friend.
Whisper, I'll listen. . . .

Well, I've come home
To find you waiting!
Home,
And we're together . . .
And we'll do wonders . . .
Won't we. . . ?

Not the implements Sondheim had in mind, but if the pan fits. . . .