(IC): Hommlet
Marhault glances at the attending bard, and hums along with a few notes. Pattering a beat on his knees with his hands, the half-elf chirps out a chipper tune.
"'What say, what say?' ask fish in the bay,
'The water is drab and the sky is grey!'
'Oh, stop the fuss!' came the pelican's roar,
Scoopin' fish all day from either shore.
'What gives the right?' the fish, they frown,
At the big grey bird and its big gold crown.
'We swim and we swerve in this dismal deep,
There's more we deserve than what we reap!'
'Hold your tongue!' came the pelican's growl.
'You must know your place - there's fish, there's fowl!'
'You drink the sea, you cut the waves'
'Then you feed the world in your gastric graves!'
Then swoop it did that haughty old bird,
And saw too late it angered the herd;
The fish, they swarmed and clogged its throat,
And the crown fell off as the poor bird choked!
"'What say, what say?' ask fish in the bay,
'The water's still drab and the sky's still grey!'
'It's the same old song' was the fisherman's line,
'To be fish is to suffer; to fish is divine!'
Marhault gives a quick wink at that last little joke, pattering out the rest of the rhythm until the song finishes. After a moment his brow furrows.
"What this about an 'Elmo', now? Can't say I've had the pleasure of meeting them."