Once More, With Feeling

Yesterday at the drop-in we were singing a version of “five little ducks”.

“Five little ducks went swimming one day…” I sang, merrily and loudly as I always do.

I carried on, and fewer and fewer ducks came back as the song progressed. I became a little distracted from the tedious song with my thoughts, like what Keats meant by beauty is truth and truth beauty.

Okay, I was really thinking about Grey’s Anatomy.

Finally the song came to its conclusion and I sang it with gusto:

“And the five little fucks, they all came back.”

Oops.