"Aye, the sirens," says the lighthouse keeper, picking a bit of tobacco from his beard. "Some nights, when the wind is just so, I swear I can hear 'em singing." "What do they sing?" I prod him. A faraway look in his eyes, he says in a voice barely above a whisper, "Tubthumping."
@UncleDuke1969 🎵 He eats a crispy treat, he eats another treat
He eats a larger treat, he eats a wider treat.
He howls the songs that remind him of the good times
He barks the songs that remind him of the better times 🎶