Zuko sighed as he looked out over the deck of his ship to the ocean. He strummed a few notes on his beat-up mandolin. Hot nights like this reminded him of the Fire Nation and made him homesick. He started singing softly, staring out at the waves.
"Wish I was in the Fire Nation,
The ocean makes me wince,
Wish I was in the Fire Nation,
My uncle makes no sense, oh no.
I guess deep in my heart I'll always be a Fire Nation prince.
I wanna go hooo-oh-ome, hooo-oh-ome, hooome, oh oh,
Yodelayee oh, yodelayee oh, yodelayee oh, a layee, a layee.
I wanna wake up in the Fire Nation,
I miss those wide open skies.
I miss my 20 servant, sushi rolls,
And Agni Kais, oh why?
When I'm so far from you, Fire Nation,
All I wanna do is cry.
I wanna go hooo-ome, ho-oome,"
Zuko was interrupted by a deeper, wiser voice.
"I wanna go hoo-oooooooome."
"UNCLE?!?"
Zuko turned around to see his uncle, along with about half the crew of his ship.
"What the--?"
"Excellently sung, Prince Zuko! This is the best music night we have had in a long time!"
"What? Tonight's music night? You were all listening?!?"
"But of course we were listening, Prince Zuko. You sing like a bluebird in the fresh tendrils of a spring morning."
Zuko groaned. This was exactly why he hated music night.