- [first lines]
- Granddaughter: Grandma, what sort of bird is that I hear singing?
- Grandmother: Well, dear, some people call him the Singing King of the Fields.
- Granddaughter: A singing king, really?
- Grandmother: Mm-hm. Look, here he comes now.
- Granddaughter: For a king he's kind of small.
- Grandmother: My child, it's not for his size he's called that but because he flies hither and yon happily lording it over the fields as if he owns them. He's more commonly called a wren.
- Granddaughter: I like King of the Fields better, Grandma.
- Bear: [after the wren challenges him then leaves] Where was I? I remember; I was taking a nap.
- Fox: Hey, I'm sorry, General, but I've never done any military advisoring before.
- Mosquito: Boy, are they a bunch of idiots. That's what comes of bein' stuck on the ground all the time, I guess.
- [last lines]
- Wren: [of his children] There's certainly nothing very princely about their table manners.
- [laughs with his wife]