You can’t find your keys and singing “Where the %&$*£! are my keys?!?” again and again calms you down a bit.
You watched a lot of Sesame Street as a child.
When you sing it, the ache lifts.
You can’t get the riff out of your head.
Those words stick together like cookie dough.
You have a sleepless child in your arms and the whole night ahead of you.
Whenever you said the word “radish” as a child your mother burst into the refrain “Plant a radish, get a radish, never any doubt.” That confused you and yet seemed the natural order of things.
You grew up in an age of catchy advertising jingles and sort of figured out the formula.
You never know when Julie Andrews might turn up and you like to be prepared.
The important things need protection and a gentle melody provides strength as well as comfort.