One day when I was in the third grade, our music teacher, Mrs. Lafayette, had the class compose a song together. Words and music. It was only about 10 seconds and it went like this:
“Early in the morning
Standing by the road
I jumped when I saw a little toad.”
(Then two more lines here with the same beats as the first two. I don’t remember those lines now.)
“Then I caught him nibbling at my sock.”
55 years later, sometimes I catch myself singing that stupid song, inaudibly, under my breath.