Lion Head Mesa Running is a victory

"Sleep? Oh no, that'd be a waste of my time and talents at the moment," Pipit chuckled, her tail swishing in the dark as she reclined in a neat stance to her lean haunches. "I'd much rather teach you a song. Perhaps one a little happier than the one I just sang..." She turned a pensive eye on the nightstars, and found the moon before a little song came to her thoughts. "Oh, yes! Here's a little easy one for you," she beamed, clearing her throat before tossing out a sing-song (wolfish rendition of a) nursery rhyme:

"Hey diddle diddle,
The cat's in the middle,
And the sow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed to see such a sport,
And the fish swam away with the croon."

She giggled at the words, finding that even though she knew what everything was, the song was just as nonsensical to her as it had been during her childhood. "It's not a very good one, I admit, but it always made me laugh at it's silly sort of tune."