Если ГХА ещё раз заикнётся про свою Музу, то надо бы как-то ему известную песню напомнить.

"Now the muse she was his happiness
And he rhymed about her grace
And told her stories of treasures
Deep beneath the blackened waves
Till in the stillness of one dawn
Still in its mystic crown
The muse she went down to the lake
And in the waves she drowned...

...In the dead of night she came to him
With darkness in her eyes
Wearing a mourning gown
Sweet words as her disguise
He took her in without a word
For he saw his grave mistake
And vowed them both to silence
Deep beneath the lake
Now if its real or just a dream
One mystery remains
For it is said
On moonless nights
They may still haunt this place"