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A childhood belief about songs

I had a pet canary that died. I cried until my dad consented to having a "burial" for it. He put it in a shoe box and we took it to my mothers flower bed to bury it.I fussed 'til he said a few words(he literally said the phrase"a few words")Then he "sang". Now,my father could NOT carry a tune in a bucket! He,in his gruff voice sang,"fiddle-dee-dee"over and over again to some unknown and off key tune.That satisfied me at the time. Now we recall the event and laugh.I am 51 and he is 81.

— Connie Leonard

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