[Intro — Accordion and two heavy stomps] [Barnacle — Male spoken] Today, Blackwater begins a bold new chapter In the history of— [Mara — Female spoken] Roofing. Move the chair. [Verse 1 — Mara, female lead] Found dry thatch behind the crates, Enough to close the gap. Barnacle was naming the occasion, I was folding back the flap. Brine dragged the bundles to the wall, Tack took the light cord high. Nobody needed one more forecast— We could see a strip of sky. [Chorus — Mara lead; crew answers] Less speech, more thatch! [Crew] Cover up the crack! [Mara] We've had enough of catching weather In a tin behind our backs. Hold the bundle, mind the doorway, Leave the grand announcement short— Blackwater needs a roof above it, Not another wet report! [Verse 2 — Barnacle, male lead] I steadied bundles at the low edge, Mara worked them into place. Tack flew the cord across the beam, Then came down face to face. Said, “My Ptera wings are tiring.” [Captain Brine — Male bass] Then stop. The roof can wait a minute. [Barnacle] I had prepared a speech on endurance— [Mara] Please don't put him in it. [Instrumental — Fiddle and stomps] [Bridge — Tack, male tenor] Had my rest, then took the last cord, Dropped it where she'd said. Brine kept clear beneath my flight, No great tail in my way. Mara tied the final section, Barnacle moved the spare thatch in. We rolled the old canvas up together— Left the waiting tin. [Final Chorus — Mara lead; full crew] Less speech, more thatch! There's no daylight through that patch! Four loud mouths in Titans Maw And a roof to answer back. Let the next rain do the judging, We won't call it proven yet— But we've finished something useful Without anybody getting wet! [Outro — Music stops] [Barnacle — Male spoken] I declare this roof— [Mara — Female spoken] Repaired at the gap. Untested in rain. [Captain Brine — Male bass] That's a shorter declaration. [Tack — Male tenor] Can we frame it? [End]
