Dawnlark Plains don't call [m]e grimgram

Grimalkin continued on his merry way, singing his song:

"So I'm singin'
'Elvira, Elvira,
my heart's on fire, El — '"

He didn't know whether it was sight, sound, or a tickle at his sixth sense that had him stopping and looking around.  He kept the song going, humming low in his throat, but his ears pricked and his nose twitched as he took stock of his surroundings.  Something was different.

He saw the female, had seen her out of the corner of his eye during his jaunty rollicking, and it wasn't like she was working hard to stay out of sight.  At first, he'd automatically dismissed her as a trick of the light, but he could smell her now and there was no mistake that she was real.

The hide and seek portion of their meeting was a game, and the Ramskull didn't need a whole lot of encouragement to play along.  He continued to wander and to sing as if he hadn't noticed her at all, taking up the second verse, only this time he wandered a whole lot slower:

"Tonight I'm gonna meet her
at the Hungry House Cafe.
I'm gonna give her all the love I can,
yes, I am.
She's gonna jump and holler
'cause I've saved up my last two dollars.
We're gonna search and find that preacher man."