The problem with waking up with a weird song in your head…

…when you’re not musical at all, is that the same subconscious which planted it there may also feel free to revise and extend the lyrics. And so Talks To Himself may tend chickens while muttering “‘What a daaay for kickin’ babies…’ No, wait, that can’t be right…”

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To the stake with the heretic!