Fairies:
(at the cradle)
Oh, the little darling!
(to the king)
Your majesties...
Flora:
Each of us the child may bless with a single gift. No more, no less.
(at the cradle)
Little princess, my gift shall be the gift of beauty.
Choir:
One gift, beauty rare
Full of sunshine in her hair
Lips that shame the red red rose
She'll walk with springtime
Wherever she goes
Fauna:
Tiny princess, my gift shall be the gift of song.
Choir:
One gift, the gift of song
Melody her whole life long
The nightingale's her troubadour
Bringing her sweet serenade
to her door
Merryweather:
Sweet princess, my gift shall be ...
(A blow of the wind, the door of the castle swings open.
Lightning and thunder. Maleficent appears)
Flora:
Why, it's Maleficent!
Merryweather:
What does she want here?
Fauna:
Shhh!
Maleficent:
Well, quite a glittering assemblage, King Stefan.
Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and, how quaint, even the rebel.
(Merryweather starts angrily starts to fly towards Maleficent but is held back by Flora)
Maleficent:
I really felt quite distressed of not receiving an invitation.
Merryweather:
You weren't wanted!
Maleficent:
Not wa...? Oh dear, what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight. Well, in that event I'd best be on my way.
Queen:
And you're not offended, your excellency?
Maleficent:
Why no, your majesty. And to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child.
(The fairies protect the cradle)