I found myself thinking of Lorenna McKennit's setting of Yeat's "Stolen Child" poem. Very good dramatic melody. Then the lyrics to a song by Da Yoopers called "Three Months Late" came to mind. Not dramatic, but crassly funny. So if you can imagine (hoping you are familiar with the McKennit tune) deathless lyrics like: "I said she was my first love/She said she'd show me how/She'd learned some from the Macky boys/and some from watching cows/I fired up threw some water on the rocks/and then I took off everything/except my wooly socks." And, of course, the chorus "She's late, she's late, o lord she's three months late/I took her to my uncle's camp/and now she's three months late." No disrespect is intended towards Lorenna McKennit's setting, but the mind does strange things at times.