[Marco's fear thrills through him but in a cold way, making his limbs feel weak. He whistles in a calming way and has Marco step up on a branch before he takes off his neckerchief and makes a hood, placing it gently over Marco's head. Then he guides the phoenix onto his shoulder and begins his way out of the forest toward the sound of crashing waves]

Pretty birdy, don't you cry
Papa will be home in the morning.
Pretty birdy, don't you sigh
Soon we'll go to join him

Autumn rains and winter sun
Spring and summer winds
Will bring us all hand in hand
An join us close again.

[he tries to sing jauntily, and then he just tries to sing, his voice coming out thin and dry. But at least it's there]