Montaigne performed an original song as her character, Bassbass Wihouveberry, in I've Got a Song As Well (3.14).
(Note: The title of the song was not mentioned, so this article may need to be renamed once we know more.)
The room is now deathly silent as a prismatic orb forms in the center of the court, and explodes into tesselating color to appreciative 'oohs' and 'ahs' from the crowd, as a figure emerges through the colored smoke. It is the figure of an elfling woman strumming what seems to be some kind of stringed instrument as she begins to sing.
On a mountain did I stand Gazing upon my stolen land Nary a comfort but my voice to sing Passing but into cold air When did I spy a roseling there Waiting for darkest winter to turn spring Oh tiny bird, oh tiny bird Surmount the cold, survive the flood Weather the storm, defy the sky above We shall see the flying dove Battle the beasts and spill their blood Weather the storm, so I may be bring your flower to my love
As the elf sings, you realize the entire room is entranced by this gift of potent love that Oberon has gifted to his Titania, a voice from another world--another plane--plucked out of obscurity and brought to the court to perform on this, the day of the lunar revels.
Slept beneath an open sky Dreaming a dream of peaceful lies Waking to find myself caught unfraid Barbarous, won't kill me yet Nothing to lose so all to bet That I shall reclaim the throne for I upbraid Oh tiny bird, oh tiny bird Surmount the cold, survive the flood Weather the storm, defy the sky above We shall see the flying dove Battle the beasts and spill their blood Weather the storm so I may bring your flower to my love Rally the force of loyal souls Ready to pay the fatal toll If we could return my king and I to throne Daring women, daring men None of we fight for when (???) The enemy falls and I am queen again Oh tiny bird, oh tiny bird Surmount the cold survive the flood Weather the storm, defy the sky above We shall see the flying dove Battle the beasts and spill their blood Weather the storm so I may bring your flower to my love Born to wield the sword and shield Made a vow to never yield Every night I battled with my fear Finally it was the night Take the castle back with might We shall be reunited soon my dear Oh tiny bird, oh tiny bird Surmount the cold, survive the flood Weather the storm, defy the sky above We shall see the flying dove Battle the beasts and spill their blood Weather the storm so I may bring your flower to my love Quietly we the took the walls Covering quick advance the halls Wondering when the barbarous would shout Then we be she who takes his head Sieve the roots, blood runs out red Bury his broken body down below Oh tiny bird, oh tiny bird Surmount the cold, survive the flood Weather the storm, defy the sky above We shall see the flying dove Battle the beasts and spill their blood Weather the storm so I may bring your flower to my love Weather the storm so I may bring your flower to my love