Singsong

Ziri spoke in a singsong voice.

We gathered round the campfire for a little singsong.

I ne'r vvith VVits and VVitlings paſt my days, / To ſpread about the Itch of Verſe and Praiſe, / Nor like a Puppy daggled thro' the Tovvn, / To fetch and carry Sing-ſong up and dovvn; […]

The birdlike female vendors speak only if spoken to, except when softly singsonging in a dialect that sounds like Navajo.

[Y]ou sit / Sing-songing here; but, if I'm any judge, / By God, you are as poor a poet, Wyatt, / As a good soldier.