Grasshopper Green. Creak, creak, creak, c-r-e-a-k!

Owl. Won’t you keep quiet? I can’t sleep with your “creak, creak.”

Grasshopper Green. No, I will not keep quiet. Creak, creak, creak!

Owl. Then go away from here. Go into the grass field over there, if you must sing.

Grasshopper Green. I shall do nothing of the sort. I have as much right to sing as you have to sleep. Creak, creak! Besides, you have never done anything for me. Creak, creak, creak, c-r-e-a-k!

Owl. [To himself.] Such a saucy grasshopper green!

Grasshopper Green. Creak, c-r-e-a-k!

Owl. [Later.] Well, Grasshopper Green, you have a wonderful voice!

Grasshopper Green. I have indeed. Creak, creak, creak, c-r-e-a-k!

Owl. Now that I am awake, I love to hear you sing.

Grasshopper Green. C-r-e-a-k!

Owl. Let me give you some of the sweet honey I have here in my tree. Honey is good for the voice.

Owl. Snap!