But I did the Disney thing again for the umpteenth time with a Yankee girlfriend...the things we do for love...and gawdamighty, it broke on me, too.
Luckily, like Mark Twain, I have my own, built in, song-stuck-in-your-head, destroyer verse:
A horse is a horse, of course, of course, And no one can talk to a horse of course That is, of course, unless the horse is the famous Mr. Ed.
I sing that and I simply can't repeat it because while it's catchy, it's soooo stupid.