"[i]We're going on a lever hunt! We're going to to pull a [b]big [/b]one! What a beautiful day! [b]We're not scared![/b][/i]" The Fool sings at the top of their lungs as the whirring blades are within arm's reach now. Even folded across their chest, they snap their fingers to the beat, and they tilt their feet back and forth like a metronome. "[i]Uh oh! Blades! Big, sharpened blades! We can't go over them! We can't go through them! Oh no! We've got to go under them![/i]" Lucien laughs, curling up a little from the force of it ([i]not enough to lift their head into danger, enough to make you worry about it[/i]) finger snaps still keeping time. The laugh is just as important a part of the chorus as any of the words, you see. "Come on, m'lord! You know this one. Every good parent does, even most of the bad ones! Sing us the next verse?"