"Is he causing trouble?" Alan asked, letting her squeeze through the pain. Because there was nothing he could do for Melpomene when the little fellow starting raising hell - the son of a warlord, after all - he sat up and did what he could, still letting Melpomene have his had, the other rubbing her stomach.
And then he sang for Melpomene's troublesome son.
"And I will stroll the merry way, and jump the hedges first And I will drink the clear clean water for to quench my thirst And I shall watch the ferry-boats and they'll get high On a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky And I will never grow so old again And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain Oh sweet thing, sweet thing, my, my, my, my, my sweet thing