As we wander around town,
Or through the garden centre,
I find that a song comes to my mind
And much to the horror of my missus
I start singing or humming it.
These songs are dredged up
From I know not where.
Yes I know them, but why this song?
Why now?
So many songs that I know,
But the ones that I sing
Come from so deep,
And I have no idea
What sparked that particular tune
That I am now trying to sing;
To my missus now seen in the distance.