I put the iPod on "random shuffle all" today, and this one came up: K T Tunstall, Black Horse and the Cherry Tree. It's a fine song -- yet I cannot listen to it any more.
It used to be, that when we heard the song in years past, in the verse that went:
No, no no no
You're not the one for me
We would instead sing as if we were ottoman-shaped dog:
Yes, yes yes yes
I'd like the extra cheese
Ah, ottoman-shaped dog. You were a Very Good Dog, Indeed. Even -- and perhaps especially -- when you would abandon all sense of dignity and sleep, belly up, on the bed.
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