The Blackbird
Grand Master of Illuminations!
Another Voice
Purveyor of Sunny Beams!
Chantecler
[Defending himself foot to foot.] Thanks! Another quip, for I can still fight with my feet!
A Voice
The Alarm-Cock!
Chantecler
[Who seems upheld by their insults.] Another pun! And I who know no more of fighting than can be learned on a peaceful farm—
A Voice
Thresh out his hayseed!
Chantecler
Thanks! I —[His torn feathers fly around him.]
Cry of Joy
See his fur fly!
Chantecler
I feel—Another pleasantry!
A Voice
Lay on, Macfluff!