Morning Song

“Fairy tales can come true
It can happen to you

            if you're young at heart”

Each morning, for the last three days, that song has been playing in my head.  I don’t know why. 

I don’t know if it was part of the bizarre dream that I posted on Monday or if I came up with it after I got out of bed.  It wouldn’t be so bad if I knew the words to the entire song instead of the same 15 words over and over . . . though sometimes

“And if you should survive to a hundred and five”

again, just one line.  I copied all the lyrics for the song that Frank Sinatra had sung.  But I haven’t committed any of it to memory except for what I have shared in this post.