The Chick
[Jumping for joy at having found.] Gula!
The Pigeon
—true that, as report says, he has a secret for his amazing singing, a secret whereby his crow becomes the brilliant burst of red which makes the poppies of the field feel themselves contemptible imitations?
The White Hen
[Weary of this questioning.] Perfectly true.
The Pigeon
That secret, that great secret, is it known to anyone?
The White Hen
No.
The Pigeon
He has not even told his Hen?
The White Hen
[Correcting him.] His Hens.
The Pigeon
[Slightly shocked.] Ah, he has more than one?
The Blackbird
He crows, remember, you only coo.
The Pigeon
Well, then, he has not even told his favourite?