The Blue Bird1940

Little Girl:
Look! Live children!

Tyltyl:
Why do they call us live children?

Mytyl:
I don't know.

Young Lad:
You're live children, aren't you?

Mytyl:
Well, of course we're alive. Aren't you alive?

Young Lad:
Not yet. We're waiting to be born.

Little Girl:
Look how funny they dress.

Mytyl:
I was thinking the same thing about you.

Little Girl:
What are those things on your feet?

Mytyl:
They're my shoes. They're for protecting your feet from thorns and stones and the cold.

Young Lad:
It's all very confusing, but I expect we'll understand it when we're born.

Mytyl:
Why don't you get born?

Young Lad:
We will, but we have to wait our turn. Is it nice on Earth?

Tyltyl:
Yeah, it's all right.

Mytyl:
It's beautiful!