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Well, I thought it was funny!
You probably didn't want the Marching Song. You're getting it anyway.
In explanation - On Monday I was somewhat excited about my Aunt's visit and the fact I could finally watch the second half of the A2A finale. The brain is oddly fertile when I'm excited. The brain is also oddly fertile when I'm walking. It tends to make up songs/humorous lyrics to already known tunes. Aaaaaaanyway.
There's me, tramping down to the station, cheerfully looking forward to the journey home, revelling in the heady taste of excitement and anticipation. The brain decides that it should present me with a verse.
"Ok" say I. "Nice verse. What's it go with?"
"AHA!" replies my every verdant brain, and provides me with scene, motivation 3 more verses and a chorus.
There was nothing else I could do. I wrote it down. It goes to the tune of "She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain When She Comes."
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In explanation - On Monday I was somewhat excited about my Aunt's visit and the fact I could finally watch the second half of the A2A finale. The brain is oddly fertile when I'm excited. The brain is also oddly fertile when I'm walking. It tends to make up songs/humorous lyrics to already known tunes. Aaaaaaanyway.
There's me, tramping down to the station, cheerfully looking forward to the journey home, revelling in the heady taste of excitement and anticipation. The brain decides that it should present me with a verse.
"Ok" say I. "Nice verse. What's it go with?"
"AHA!" replies my every verdant brain, and provides me with scene, motivation 3 more verses and a chorus.
There was nothing else I could do. I wrote it down. It goes to the tune of "She'll Be Coming Round The Mountain When She Comes."
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