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.”