The Turkey-hen
[Entering, after a supercilious glance.] This is quite more of an affair, my dear, than I was anticipating.—Names called!
The Guinea-hen
Yes, I had in the Magpie to supplement my usual staff.
Chorus
[Among blossoming branches.] Boom! Boom!
From bloom to bloom!
The Turkey-hen
[Lifting her bill.] A Chorus?
The Guinea-hen
[Breezily.] The Bees!
Chorus
Make distant flowers
Bride and groom!
The Turkey-hen
Wonders on every side!
The Guinea-hen
The Bees here, the Tsicadas yonder—[To a passing Hen.] How do you do? How do you do?
Bees
[At the right.] Boom!
Cicadas
[At the left.] Our praises!