BIRDIE.
Peep, peep, peep!
FREDERICK.
Now 'tis pleasant all, and sunny,
Bees are busy making honey,
You can flit from bough to bough,
You can sing and twitter now:
Wait till winter comes, you rover,
Then your frolic will be over.
Cats are on the roof already:
Birdie, dear, come back to Freddy.
BIRDIE.
Peep, peep, peep!
CLARA.
Peep and peep! What then, deserter?
Was there creature ever perter?
Mine you are; to me belong;
Me you owe each day a song.
Darling, here's your cage all clean;
Come, I say, and don't be mean;
Come, and be once more our pet,
And your fault we will forget.
BIRDIE.