When and I was but a little bitty boy
With hey and a ho and the wind and the rain
A foolish thing was but a toy
For the rain it raineth ev'ry day!

(Shakes head dumfounded)

I jes' remembered anudder one, but I forgot it... oh..."It was a Lover and His Lass", with a heay and a Ho and a hey-nonnie-no! But I think I'll go visit the pit about now.

(Staggers out the door into the biting wind, which is eerily lit with the first traces of dawnlight. The party has run the night through, but with pie for breakfast no-one shows signs of letting up. Somewhere on the frozen tundra, a gray wolf howls hungrily.)