It had one of B. Kliban's cartoon cats singing and playing a guitar like a jazz man, and crooning, "Love to eat them mousies, mousies what I love to eat . . . bite they little heads off, nibble on they tiny feet . . . "
It finally wore out. I got a bigger bag. It promptly filled up. Oh, well.
All my other choirs have used sheet music. The last one nearly snowed me under because they would hand out all the music for the year at once and we filed them in these huge binders. I suppose being in smaller choirs it’s a better deal to invest in books that we can use over and over for years, whereas in big choirs it’s simply prohibitive.