"It goes as about as well as one should hope for, I suppose." Coriander replied.

Shame, he was just about to get to the good part of the song.

Coriander walked to the water's edge, breathing in the air by the lake. Then, he took off his shoes, his socks, and then began to wade into the shallows.

"A wonderful morn makes it's way for a graceful moon. Wouldn't you agree?" he said, to no one in particular. "I wonder if such days can continue."

Very philosophical, my friend. Very philosophical, indeed.