Jesus. So, we’ve got tons and tons of people sending in their versions of Hanna’s song from the strip. Like, tons. I could not be more pleased. A capella versions, also guitar, mandolin, autoharp (my mom had an autoharp!), banjo, and I swear to GOD I have a hammer dulcimer version in here. Everybody has their own melody. That means I can hack in another section, and they will have twice as much song with virtually no work on their side. Plus, singing for another person is incredibly scary, and I want to honor that. If she had kept singing, it would sound like this:
Dance, though your mother and father be weeping,
Pull on your hood, you’ve no need of a comb;
Walk while the worst of the forest is sleeping,
And you’ll never have to go home.