Swift to rise with the dawn,
Flowers to bind all the morn;
This one pluck, that one leave,
Dainty care all receive.
In the land of Japan,
Dainty maids wave a fan;
With a grace none resist,
This way twirl, that way twist.
[After song Totmai and Haru rise and begin picking flowers.
Totmai. How sweet honorable blossoms with beautiful dew upon them. The Princess promises rare flowers for the exalted festival this evening.
Yuki. Which of us will accompany Her Gracious Highness?
Haru. It is said that soon at the august Court all will wear ugly, clumsy dress of barbarian foreigners.
Yuki and Totmai. You say so, O Haru?
Haru. O grief-making! I have honorable knowledge that this is so. What can be prettier than our dear kimonos and obi? Their strange dresses, thick, clumsy things on their feet?
Totmai. How laughter-making is the great Englishman!