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"Pafyna dra oylgma-syf, so kenm
Dra zyfc pahaydr dra zylgma suuh
Pafyna dra mekrd dryd lnaabc ylnucc ed'c daadr.

"Pafyna dra lihhehk aoac, so kenm
Dra rufmc dryd bnuseca ajano puuh
Pafyna dryd crytufc ymfyoc cdyo pahaydr.

"Pid tyfh pnaygc cuuh, so mujamo kenm
Dra cih ec rekr yht ymsucd huuh
Yht cyva eh cih vnus oylgmac ed femm gaab."

Liir raises an eyebrow at Trindle, who had seemed rather interested indeed in the little song, before tucking the pacifier into her mouth. His finger was getting sore and she was tired enough she didn't seem to care what was there so it was a good time. The little black eyes look up into her father's face for a moment, as if to ask if the song had any real merit ad he, anthropomorphizing brilliantly, nods. Where he might have heard it is anyone's guess, including his own.

He dismisses it. As it was, the tea on the table and the baby in his arms were more important. At least, for the moment anyway.