“A toast,” the bard yelled over the crowd, a guitar in one hand and drink in the other. He looked to his band mates, and started:

“To the storks, who bring the good babies,” he said with a shout.

“To the ravens,” the pixie girl on the violin said, “who bring the bad babies–”

“And to the swallows!” Shouted another maiden, her drum slung around her waist, “who bring no babies at all!”