Papageno:
[singing]
A birdman's work is never done/ From crack of dawn to set of sun,/ In unrewarded servitude/ He labours to protect his brood. /I feed and train my chirping pets, /I lay down traps and cast out nets,/ I speak in fluent 'Pigeonese' /And charm the birds right off the trees.
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