While the other cousins were discussing politics, Folly improvised a song for Hope. Is it silly or serious? I don't know.

Mommy and Daddy sit at the table
Looking very fashionable
Reid, with paint upon his fingers
Breaks the ice with all his zingers
Ossian sketches in his books
All of our bewildered looks
Vere is calm and dignified
And ever at his father's side
If you listen close, you can hear the sound
Of better days a'comin' 'round

Brita in her coat of red
Guards the wood where the beasties tread
Conner is her brother true
Who always has a smile for you
Paige has got a loving heart
And pours it all into her art
Solange knows how to get things done
But she is still a lot of fun
Put your ear to the ground
And listen to the sound
Of better days a'comin' 'round

Robin roams the forest green
Marking the arc of the path unseen
Cambina holds an unmarked deck
And answers to its eldritch beck
Jerod would quarrel with even the wind
But we know he is still our friend
Martin's extra-cross today,
But that's okay, we love him anyway
So turn around
Put your ear to the ground
And listen to the sound
Of better days a'comin' 'round

But why are we all gathered here
To mark the morn in such good cheer?
We sing for Random, the new-made king,
Who wears that pretty, shiny thing.
Vialle is sitting by his side
With more than just a little pride
And Folly sings this silly song
So Phillipe and Hope can sing along
We all bend down
And turn around
Put our ears to the ground
And listen to the sound
Of better days a'comin' 'round.