Lied: Guten Tag! Ich bin ein art song.
Puritanism: Are you a psalm?
P: Would you please speak English. Or, alternately, Latin.
L: Ich bin kein Psalm.
P: I conclude from your strange behavior and stretchy meter that you are not a psalm. You should therefore not be sung, because you will lure the weak from the path of righteousness.
L: Ist that path of righteousness in the forest? Because I do like the forest.
P: I see you are speaking English now. Very good.
L: Ich am not sprechend the English; it is simply easier for us to have this conversation if what I say is rendered in your bizarre Frenchified version of Deutsch.
P: So how does this work precisely? Also, I take exception to “Frenchified.”
L: Do you want to go for a walk in the forest? There is a Bächlein – I hear the rauschending is good this week. And some birds.
P: I think perhaps we should discuss clerical vestments, and how I prefer not to wear them.
L: Because it tears at your soul, and draws you you know not where?
P: [brief pause] Well, actually, kind of, yes.
L: I think someone needs to go listen to the Bächlein.