Bees
Boom!
Cicadas
Our praises!
The Guinea-hen
[To the Pheasant-hen.] My garden produces the most remarkable of everything!
The Young Guinea-cock
The brightest flowers!
The Guinea-hen
The big potatoes!
The Blackbird
And peaches! Perfect peaches!
The Pheasant-hen
[Inconvenienced by the movement and the crowd, to the Blackbird.] Let us stand out of the crowd a moment, behind this watering-pot.
The Blackbird
The watering-pot, alias the Intermittent Baldpate, so called because there flows from his copper scalp when he is tilted a marvelous growth of silver hair.
The Guinea-hen
[Spying the Cat, who, outstretched along an apple-bough is watching with half-closed eyes.] I have among my guests the Cat.
The Blackbird
Tomkyns de Tomkyns! [A Bird is heard warbling in a tree.]