Blue Birds:
This time instead of laurel we bring you violets.
Yellow Birds:
And we have gathered roses, the flower for coronets.
Red Birds:
And we the little lily bells no loving heart forgets.
Granny. You see, dear Flora, how we all love you.
Flora. Thanks.
For the violets and the roses,
The laurel bright and rare,
And for the valley-lilies sweet,
And the flowers all so fair,
As well as for your loving words,
I thank you, Granny; thank you, Birds.
And now, as I am Queen, I may invite you all to a little feast. The Birds will serve it. Strawberries and cream, cake and bonbons. As mistress of the fête, I am happy to serve the lovely Ninepin Club. Birds, help the girls.