“We’ve got some lovely information, I’ll give you a very fine price.”
The man blinked rapidly, thrice.
He seemed exceptionally brainy, for his manner was strangely uncanny. He wasn’t what I would call zany, but great disdain did he noticeably ooze.
Like others, he thought I was odd, still he gave me a courteous nod.
So in search of my goal did I depart, but before I could leave, the man came running.
“I can help you I believe… Information, you can get. You must now open your mind, and get to Tula, quick.”
So to Tula I went, in search of a song I so desired.
The winds they did blow eerily, but I felt that the day could be more dire.
There were stalls selling guitars and seashells in many shades.
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady. She seemed to be rather beautiful. But I wondered if she was at all very dutiful.
Before I could open my mouth, she shouted, “For you, I have a note!”
“But how did you know?” I asked.
“Do you want it or not?” she did say. But, she then vanished before I could look away.3