I woke up this morning with an earworm. Not your normal earworm. Mine was a 1920s earworm. It was a song my mother sang often and for once, she actually got the words right. Ask any member of my family and they will assure you: my mother never ever remembered the words to any song — except this one. She would sing words from other songs to whatever melody was bouncing around in her head.
So I get up this morning and this is what I’m hearing, but without the scratches:
And by golly, the words I had in my head were dead on. Next, the obvious question arises: