| Cook: | |
| Now very hard it is tomake A Brownie his bad waysforsake, For it's a fact he takes thecake, If he can't find thecandy! And if you clap your hands andshoo, He'll only make a face atyou; There's only one thing you cando— Just keep the pepperhandy! For, as a Brownie hates tosneeze, Or blow his nose if it shouldtease, Or any wholesome acts likethese, He can't abide RedPepper! | |
| Prince: | |
| Yet that's the name that'sgiven me, For, as you all can plainlysee, My hair is red as red canbe— In fact it's fieryscarlet! And as my hair, my temperis; So if a page my hair shouldquiz, I waste no time, but straight pullhis, And thrash the saucyvarlet! So that is why the name I'vegot, And as, when I am waxinghot I frequently dismiss thelot, They can't abide RedPepper! |
(A dance can be arranged here with Prince, Cook, Kitchenmaid and Cooklet.)
Kitchen: Ah, sir, you will be brave and take the place?
Cooklet: Oh, yes, dear, brave, kind handsome man! Say, "Yes," and calm our fluttering hearts!
Kitchen: For if we saw a Brownie we should only scream!
Cooklet: And die!
Prince: Why, then, if there's no choice save between myself and you poor maids, why—I must do it. So, sir, I'll guard your pie to-night.
Cooklet: O dear, good, kind young man!
Kitchen: O noble, bold young man! (Both kneel gratefully.)
Head Cook: Get up, I say, get up! You kneel to me—not to zis beggar fellow! And you, sir, get these dishes washed quick, slick, for here ze Princess Fadeaway is coming with her ladies!