It's a pretty low-key little folk song, wedged between showtunes and pop-rock ballads. The other Loki seems mildly surprised by the selection, gaze flitting between his alternate and Cricket, then brightening with satisfaction.
He's got what he wanted out of that exchange, and will take the opportunity to seek out Harley, now.
With his eyes closed, Cricket can think about the lyrics and tune he's singing, rather than the audience, and when he hits the last verse, he starts smiling again.
Chicken Hawk starts chasing chickens, chickens start to squawking and run, the farmer comes out of the farmhouse, the farmer got a BIG shotgun, the farmer he blows that Chicken Hawk to kingdom come.
And the Buzzard looks at him with a baleful eye, takes a few seconds 'fore he give a reply, turn his neck nearly all the way around, and he looks at the Chicken Hawk laying on the ground: "I knew the Lord'd provide. Yes the Lord'll provide", that's all brother Buzzard said "The Lord'll provide!"
He goes through the chorus twice more, and not without enthusiasm. The story is pretty much a textbook example of the kind of humor Cricket prefers: the dark juxtaposed with the ridiculous.
He's grinning when he finishes up and puts the mic back, half with relief. And then he almost falls down the stairs of the little stage thanks to unsteadiness caused by a blend of liquor and nerves.
Oh, well. It's not like everyone else in the room isn't drunk.
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He's got what he wanted out of that exchange, and will take the opportunity to seek out Harley, now.
With his eyes closed, Cricket can think about the lyrics and tune he's singing, rather than the audience, and when he hits the last verse, he starts smiling again.
Chicken Hawk starts chasing chickens,
chickens start to squawking and run,
the farmer comes out of the farmhouse,
the farmer got a BIG shotgun,
the farmer he blows that Chicken Hawk to kingdom come.
And the Buzzard looks at him with a baleful eye,
takes a few seconds 'fore he give a reply,
turn his neck nearly all the way around,
and he looks at the Chicken Hawk laying on the ground:
"I knew the Lord'd provide. Yes the Lord'll provide",
that's all brother Buzzard said "The Lord'll provide!"
He goes through the chorus twice more, and not without enthusiasm. The story is pretty much a textbook example of the kind of humor Cricket prefers: the dark juxtaposed with the ridiculous.
He's grinning when he finishes up and puts the mic back, half with relief. And then he almost falls down the stairs of the little stage thanks to unsteadiness caused by a blend of liquor and nerves.
Oh, well. It's not like everyone else in the room isn't drunk.