The Sunspire what will become of these gestures that we make

"I see that you go for modern music and improvisation," Wraen concluded, having listened the little girl's performance to the end and smiled, when the final tunes had become hefty yawns. 

"But you should start with classics, like..." here she paused, trying to recall any of the rhymes the Old Sue of her former pack had told her. The elder had had her mind going a little, but she had always been clear, when she had sung or recited all the silly bits of poetry. Wraen had been amused by her (and because of her she had had made an attempt to sing at all), but had never thought that any of her then gibberish would come to use. 

"This one... 
A wise old owl lived in an oak
The more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard.
Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?" she sang in a coarse voice, hitting 50% of tunes right and 50% being off. But Sarah was not around and the kid could not tell her yet to shut up.

Nursery rhyme - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Wise_Old_Owl . Not my property.