This may call for desperate measures
Last night, I watched a PBS program about the Mel Brooks musical, "The Producers." They went through most of the songs including the immortal "Springtime for Hitler". Ever since, the music has been running though my mind. If this keeps up, I'll have to resort to desperate measures.
"It's a small world after all.
It's a small world after all.
It's a small world after all.
It's a small, small world."
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!