Chantecler
And you, Tree with the golden wound, singing Pine?
The Pine-tree
[Softly beating time with one of its boughs.] He tells me that my drops of resin in the form of rosin will sing upon the bows of violins!
Chantecler
And you, Woodpecker, what does he say to you?
The Woodpecker
[In ecstasy.] He says that Aristophanes—
Chantecler
[Promptly interrupting him.] Never mind! I know! You, Spider?
The Spider
[Swinging at the end of one of her threads.] He sings of the raindrop sparkling in my web like a royal gift.
Chantecler
And you, Drop of Water, sparkling in her web?
A Little Voice
[From the cobweb.] Of the Glow-worm!
Chantecler
And you, Glow-worm?
A Little Voice
[In the grass.]Of the Star!