human
Isn't that sweet, my pretty goat?
gpt
Sweet, do you ask? retorted Bilbil.
human
I consider it as sweet as candy made from mustard and vinegar.
gpt
But not as sweet as your disposition, I admit. Ah, Bilbil, your temper would put honey itself to shame.
human
Do not quarrel, I beg of you, pleaded Inga.
gpt
Are we not sad enough already?
human
The maid who shied her shoe now cried-- Sing too-ral-oo-ral-i-do! Her tears were fried for the Captain's bride Who ate with pride her sobs, beside, And gently sighed 'I'm satisfied'-- Sing to-ral-oo-ral-i-do!
gpt
Worse and worse! grumbled Bilbil, with much scorn.
human
I am glad that is the last verse, for another of the same kind might cause me to faint.
gpt
I fear you have no ear for music,
human
I have heard no music, as yet, declared the goat.
gpt
You must have a strong imagination, King Rinkitink, if you consider your songs music. Do you remember the story of the bear that hired out for a nursemaid?
human
I do not recall it just now,
gpt
Well, the bear tried to sing a lullaby to put the baby to sleep.
human
And then?
gpt
The bear was highly pleased with its own voice, but the baby was nearly frightened to death.
human
Heh, heb, heh, heh, whoo, hoo, hoo! You are a merry rogue, Bilbil, laughed the King;