© 2010 Marvin E. Fuller
One of the traders began strumming her mandolin while her companion tuned up his matching lute. A hush fell over the group as the two coyotes began to sing, their voices ululating into the night.
"I went a-walkin' one fine morn, to the market for my buns.
"Who did I meet, but the Baker boy, kneadin' his dough,
"And his fair sister, little Molly Dapplespot, teasin' the boys,
"Tossin' her tail and risin' in the summer's heat.
"Owoo! Owoo! Little Dapplespot, doo.
"Watch the tail, see a boy don't tug it,
"Or your daughter will be teasin' the boys 'fore too long.
"Owoo! Owoo! Little Dapplespot, doo.
"I went a-walkin' one fine noon, to the market for my meat.
"Who did I see, but the Butcher boy, whackin' his vittles.
"And his little girl, young Sally Dillydot, round as an apple,
"Stampin' her feet and stuffed through the giblets.
"Owoo! Owoo! Young Dillydot, doo.
"Watch the feet, see a boy don't dance them,
"Or your daughter will be round as rosy fruit 'fore too long.
"Owoo! Owoo! Young Dillydot, doo.
"I went a-walkin' one fine eve, to the market for my sticks.
"Who did I meet, but the Candle-Maker, waxin' his taper,
"And his bonny lass, sweet Jilly Dottlebot, cradlin' her babe,
"Barin' her shoulder and wick'd no longer."
"Owoo! Owoo! Young Dottlebot, doo.
"Watch the shoulder, see a boy don't hug it,
"'Cause your daughter will be cradlin' a babe 'fore too long.
"Owoo! Owoo! Young Dottlebot, doo."
Appreciative whistles and applause complimented the duo once they finished.
"They're good, aren't they?" remarked Dusky. "We've traveled with them since Gallowglen. They make a fine pair."
"Heh, sure are. That's a good song," agreed Kyrinn, laughing appreciatively. "Maybe this isn't as bad as I feared 'twould be."
"Told you," Baksrit said.
"I still think it's inappropriate," grumbled someone nearby. Baksrit cast a glance at the rabbit monk.
"Now, now, Stu," chided Dusky, paternally. "It's only inappropriate because you're thinking dirty." Stu flicked his ears in embarrassment, letting the raccoon have his point. Baksrit ran the song through her head again, but didn't quite see what was so improper about it.
