Perhaps she has a future as a songwriter

Earlier today I overheard Lyra singing a little song to herself. The tune was familiar, but the lyrics were a bit…macabre:

(to the tune of Frere Jacque)

Where is Lyra? Where is Lyra?

There she is. There she is.

Riding on a motorcycle.

Falling down the hill.

Now she’s still. Now she’s still.

See what I mean?