One is tied to the other.

One no let the other go.

What was that low music I hear?
Baby music! Chinook wind in the bushes! Quail--mother-bird singing to her nest! I love that music.
"Say, you play at Potlatch, frighten away the hawks; mother-birds sing.

No devil dance.

Say, I have been good; no harm old wah-wah.