Drake: IN OUR PATCH BEHIND THE FARMHOUSE WHERE THE PACE OF LIFE IS SLOW AND THE LILIES ON THE LAKE ARE BROAD AND LUSH WE'RE ALL LIVING HERE IN CLOVER AND THE MATING SEASON'S OVER SO THERE WON'T BE CAUSE FOR ANYONE TO BLUSH IN OUR LAND BOTH GREEN AND PLEASANT EVERY BANTAM, DUCK AND PHEASANT IF THEY HAD THEM, WOULD BE WALKING ARM IN ARM FOR OUR LIFE IS GOOD AND STEADY TIL WE'RE PLUCKED AND OVEN READY IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM ♪ THERE'S A TURKY WITH A GOBBLE (Turkey enters) WATCH HIS WATTLE START TO WOBBLE WHEN THE ROOSTER COCK-A-DOODLES THE ALARM WE'VE GOT PULLETS, WE'VE GOT CHICKENS (Henrietta enters, doing her morning aerobics, With Maureen, who brings gifts for the 'baby shower') WE'VE GOT QUAIL, AND WHAT THE di*kENS IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM (Ida enters) WHAT A GORGEOUS VISION THIS IS IT'S IDA, SHE'S MY MISSUS SO FORGIVE ME IF I'M LAYING ON THE SMARM SHE GOES IN FOR HEATED QUACKING TO POINT OUT THE SKILLS I'M LACKING All: IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM COME ON DOWN AND DON'T BE STRANGERS IN OUR DUCKYARD OF FREE-RANGERS IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM ♪ Maureen&Hen.: HERE WHERE WATERFOWL HAVE WADDLED LITTLE CHICKS ARE MOLLY-CODDLED Ida: FOR THE CAT WOULD LIKE TO DO THEM GRRIEVOUS HARM HE'S OUR ONLY SOURCE OF WORRY FEATHERS RARELY GET TO FLURRY All: IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM (The Cat sticks his head up from behind a clump of cat tails) Cat: HA! HOW THEY FLATTER THEMSELVES I NEVER SHOW MUCH INT'REST IN THIS GROUP I ADMIT I'M QUITE A GLUTTON BUT THIS FEATHERED FORM OF MUTTON WOULDN'T EVEN MAKE A PALATABLE SOUP BUT WHEN THOSE LITTLE DUCKINGS HACTH THAT'S A FLAVOUR YOU WON'T MATCH THEY'RE DELICIOUS AND I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH AS A FELON WHO IS FELINE YOU WILL SEE ME MAKE A BEELINE FOR THOSE TENDER LITTLE JUICY BALLS OF FLUFF (The following cacphony of squaking prompts the Cat to hid himself again) All: WAH, BURH, GOBBLE IN OUR WATERFOWL REGATTA THERE'S A MOORHEN FOND OF CHATTER AND A MANDARIN WITH ORIENTAL CHARM YOU'LL FIND EVERY GOOSE OR GANDER (Grace enters) Grace: THOUGHT OF COURSE I'M RATHER GRANDER All: IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM WE MAY STRIKE SOME CLASSIC POSES AND WE ALL HAVE PARSON'S NOSES BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU'LL HEAR A SINGLE PSALM FOR ALL REVERENCE IS REJECTED BLATANT FOWL PLAY IS SUSPECTED IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM COME ON DOWN AND DON'T BE STRANGERS IN OUR DUCKYARD OF FREE-RANGERS IT'S A POULTRY TALE IT'S A POULTRY TALE IT'S A POULTRY TALE OF FOLK DOWN ON THE FARM A-ARM-A-ARM B-GAD-EHR!