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.



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?



She knows your dreams

Ariel: Father says her magic is evil.



She'll grant your prayers


Ariel: Please, I have to go!



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.



Sweet child.