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.

[Flotsam and Jetsam]
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?

[Flotsam and Jetsam]
She knows your dreams

Ariel: Father says her magic is evil.

[Flotsam and Jetsam]
She'll grant your prayers

Ariel: Please, I have to go!

[Flotsam and Jetsam]
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.

[Flotsam and Jetsam]
Sweet child.