Some berries red? The birdies think they’re fine!
[The children shake their heads.]
Queen. [Sadly.]
Our hungry guests find naught on which to dine!
Dick, Betty, and Chorus. [Singing mournfully.]
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Can’t we find something to eat?
We hadn’t a doubt that such delicate dishes