The Little Merman

Part of Your World

Sebastian jitters down the palace halls, mumbling to himself.

"How do I get myself into these situations? I should be writing symphonies - not tagging along after some headstrong teenager."

He sees Ariel and Flounder sneaking off and follows.

"Hmm? What is that boy up to?"

Sebastian follows them, panting and flapping his claws. He stops to rest. Ahead of him, Ariel rolls back a large rock, revealing an opening to a cave. He looks around to make sure no one is around and swims inside with Flounder.

As Sebastian tries to slip in behind them, the rock rolls shut on his legs. He pulls himself free and bounces into the cave, bumping into an hourglass. He looks around, aghast, at the walls of the grotto, seeing a vast collection of human objects.

Ariel lays on a rock, looking at the fork with admiration and Flounder looks at Ariel with a worried expression.

"Ariel, are you okay?"

"If only I could make him understand."

Sebastian covers his mouth in disbelief.

"Maybe he's right. Maybe there is something the matter with me. I just don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things - could be bad."

Look at this stuff

Isn't it neat?

Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?

Wouldn't you think I'm the boy

The boy who has everything?

Look at this trove

Treasures untold

How many wonders can one cavern hold?

Looking around here you'd think

Sure, he's got everything

I've got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty

I've got whozits and whatzits galore

You want thingamabobs?

I've got twenty!

But who cares?

No big deal

I want more

I wanna be where the people are

I wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin'

Walking around on those, what do you call 'em?

Oh, feet

Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far

Legs are required for jumping, dancing

Strolling along down the, what's that word again?

Street

Up where they walk, up where they run

Up where they stay all day in the sun

Wanderin' free, wish I could be

Part of that world

What would I give if I could live out of these waters?

What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?

Bet'cha on land they understand

Bet they don't reprimand their sons