Not the Bayou by You, but the Bayou by Me
The rather calm, relaxed and whimsical philosopher of the swamps. While she may not seem like much playing her guitar on the bayous' water edge, she is guaranteed to have an answer for every question. Will you get it? Probably not. It's cryptic in its funny sort of way. "Whats the weather for today?" You ask. The scaley krawk stops drumming her smooth music, gives you an airy smile and a laugh before answering in a matter-of-fact fashion: "Ask the weather for yourself. It's sitting right next to you, ain' it? Listen to it breath right over the trees and the frogs." She isnt one to give out straight answers, or who knows, maybe she doesnt know the answer at all. Maybe that in itself is one of her cryptic messages. The only thing for sure about her is the smooth notes she drums away at her guitar and the hazy look in her eyes that makes you loose track of time sitting in the bayou.