Flotsam: Poor child.
Jetsam: Poor sweet child.
Flotsam: She ahas a very serious problem. Hasn't she?
Flotsam: If only...
Jetsam: ...there were something...
Together: ...we could do.
[Flotsam and Jetsam]
Sweet child
Poor child
So, tragic
So misunderstood
Dear child
Sad child
Life’s looking
Shall we say
Not good
No
Who’ll release her woes and worries
Who will help her get her man
Sweet child
Perhaps the sea witch can
Ariel: You can't possibly mean Aunt Ursula?
[Flotsam and Jetsam]
She knows your dreams
Ariel: Father says her magic is evil.
[Flotsam and Jetsam]
She’ll grant your prayers
Ariel: Please, I have to go!
[Flotsam and Jetsam]
She’ll cast a charm
A tiny spell
Why the alarm
No one will tell
No one will care
It’s your affair
Sweet child
Dear child
Poor child
Sad child
We’ll bring you to her lair right now
Bet in half a sec
Your prince and you are reconciled
Flotsam: Together...
Jetsam: ...forever.
Ariel: Take me to her.
[Flotsam and Jetsam]
Sweet child.
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