There was a sense in which the little man could sing.

Once each term, the boys, girls and men sing together.

Then a love song, which half the men sang along with.

He urged the men and the women to sing against each other.

Whatever he might turn out to be like personally, the man could sing.

Two men sing over the body of a dead pig.

"When we came along, you could hear every part that a man sang," he said.

This man never sang a solo, so voice did not help.

"My mother told me that dead men sing no songs," he put in.

For a long time this included accepting that a man could sing with the voice of a woman.