After pocking Davem with a stick proved to be less fun than previously expected, Hookbill got to his 'feet' and yawned. Back in his old time period, the sun had set hours ago and the moon was already high. Taking his flute one more time, Hookbill played a small tune to get the attention of anyone who'd give it to him.
"Fare you all well!
To you all, May you're days never grow thin
But, Davem, please go easy on the gin!
Would you Give my regards to our host?
That, in happiness, he may have the most,
Of course, I'm sure of him we're all a big fan
But just wait till you see The Saucepan man!
May this celebration not be fell
Farewell!"