Blackbird
I make fun of him in spots, but admire him in lump!
Patou
You always peck two kinds of seed.
The Blackbird
My cage has two seed-cups, you see.
Patou
I am single-minded and downright!
The Blackbird
You—are an old poodle of the year 48! I am an up-to-date bird!
Patou
[Gruffly.] Out of my way! lest I give your black coat red tails! [The Blackbird nimbly gets out of the way, Patou goes into his kennel grumbling.] I ll show him some up-to-date jaws!
Chantecler
Be quiet! It’s his way. The truth is that if once he stood in the presence of beauty, this very Blackbird would applaud!
Patou
Not with both wings! What can you expect of a bird who, with woodbine and juniper full in sight, prefers to go inside and peck at a musty biscuit?
Blackbird
He never seems to suspect that the poacher is a blackguardly sort of brute!
Patou
What I know is that the underbrush is all a delicate golden gloom—