"I really appreciate your letting me borrow him Mr Malfoy," Q enthuses. Greatly daring, he reaches out to stroke Horatio's head.
"Soft and soothing, right," Q nods. "No thumping. Can't say as I blame him. Some of that stuff is utter rubbish." He thinks for a moment. "I don't think I know any songs about owls though." A bit more thought. "Oh well. How about this?" He sings very softly to Horatio:
Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup They slither while they pass They slip away across the universe Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind Possessing and caressing me