My Quirks
I guess one
of my quirks is that I sing all the time.
Everything
reminds me of a song.
I sing songs
from childhood:
“Camp
Granada” “I Laugh When I Think of the Small Armadillo.”
“Why Doesn’t
My Goose Sing as Well as Thy Goose?”
The songs my
kids sang when they were little:
“Bill Grogan’s
Goat” “I’m My Own Grandpa.” “Mares Eat Oats.”
Songs from my
mother’s era: “Hey Big Spender” “My Way”
“I’m Looking
Over a Four Leaf Clover” “Rag Mop.”
Dad’s
favorites: “Wabash Canon Ball” “Big Rock Candy Mountain.”
I sing Sunday
School songs: “Jesus Loves Me”
“Jesus Loves
the Little Children” “The Lord Said to Noah.”
Church choruses:
“Come Now is the Time to Worship.”
“Shine Jesus
Shine” “Open the Eyes of My Heart.”
Hymns, “Love
Lifted Me” “It is Well With My Soul.”
Songs from
the seventies. “Close to You”
“Seasons in
the Sun” “You Light Up My Life.”
Sometime I
don’t know why songs pop into my head
or why they
stick and I can’t get them out. They just do.
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