When I treat the donkey whom the washman brings for carrying clothes as a student, and warn her that I'm a teacher, but she will scream and call me brother for no reason.
So babbling is a medley, a tossed salad of all these different calls that either are already or will eventually be used in more specific functional contexts.
Midday passed, and they continued their frantic prophesying until the time for the evening sacrifice. But there was no response, no one answered, no one paid attention.