"Old Picklepuss"? Now, now, Berlioz, that is not kind. You know Edgar is so fond of all of us and takes very good care of us.

Oh no! You just don't understand. She loves us very much. Poor madame. In that big mansion, all alone. In all our days, in tender ways, her love for us was shown. And so, you see, we can't leave her alone. She'd always say that we're the greatest treasure she could own. Because with us she never felt alone.

(Sing this small part) "If you want to turn me on

Play your horn, don't spare the tone

And blow a little soul into the tune"