Thank you, friends, greeting sweeter,
Never yet a queen had greet her.
Enter ten girls (in white with flowers in hands and in their hair; they quickly and lightly run across stage and form in line; each courtesies as she says her lines).
First girl:
I'm the queen, for I'm the Rose,
The proudest, sweetest flower that blows.
Second girl:
I'm shy Violet, from the wood,
You know me by my purple hood.
Third girl: