Dawnlark Plains a bird in the hand is worth a lotte in the bush

Properly knighted, Day felt that he was ready to fulfill his own end of the bargain. Though he desired - for a moment - to see what more he could barter from her, Day was a man of his word. He'd named his price and she had paid it, and now he'd give what she was due.

Sitting up straight and clearing his throat importantly, Day gave his audience a stern look before he explained: "This is the song of digging - for dens, for caches, and for frozen meat - not to be confused with the song for denning, which pertains only to the goings-on of life after a den is dug."

It seemed an acceptably silly topic with which to entertain the pretty queen. Though a love song had been on the tip of his tongue, Day thought she would enjoy this one far more. And so, taking one last moment to make sure he remembered the words, Day began to sing.

Let's just assume the tune/words go something like this but with more about digging and less about the actual ice - though there will still be some talk of ice, obviously. Because Alaska.

"It's very cold, where I come from," he added when he thought he'd sung enough - the whole song was tedious and winding, so he stopped only a few rounds in, highlighting the verses that'd been favored by his pack. It was actually impossible to sing all of it in one sitting - and was often added to during the longer or happier winters.