Katurian -
Parlor Songs is when the Beadle comes to investigate the weird smell coming from the oven.
"Sweet Polly Plunkett lay in the grass,
Turned her eyes heavenward, sighing,
I am a lass who alas loves a lad
Who alas has a lass in Canterbury.
Tis a row dow diddle dow day,
Tis a row dow diddle dow dee"
The smallest stream is a valent river. It will drown me if it can.