King:

A woman is a female who is human,

Designed for pleasing man, the human male.

A human male is pleased by many women,

And all the rest you hear is fairy tale.



Anna:

Then tell me how this fairy tale began, sir.

You cannot call it just a poet's trick

Explain to me why many men are faithful

And true to one wife only-



King:

[speaks]

They are sick!

[sings]

A girl must be like a blossom

With honey for just one man.

A man must be like honey bee

And gather all he can.

To fly from blossom to blossom

A honey bee must be free,

But blossom must not ever fly

From bee to bee to bee