3rdragon

This afternoon I was working on supper, stretching the curry my brother made last night. I had already added an onion and was trying to get a bit more meat off of the bones from the lamb chops when I started considering the subject of lamb chops. When I was a kid there was a show by that name, with a fuzzy puppet lamb protagonist by the name of Lamb Chops. He had a friend, Charlie Horse.
Of course, the instant my mind alit upon this lovely pastoral memory from my childhood, I found that I had The Song That Never Ends irretrievably lodged in my head. They sang it at the end of every show.

This is the song that never ends.
It just goes on and on, my friends!
Somebody started singing it, not knowing what it was,
And they will keep on singing it forever, just because -

It is the song that never ends,
It just goes on and on, my friends . . .

This being the case, I simply had to tell someone, so I told my brother over supper. He was not appreciative, complaining that he now had it in his head as well. So I promised him that I would post this little vignette here, thereby infecting all of you.

But don't worry. There is still hope. From that point, our conversation wandered to the Mark Twain story, "Punch, Brothers, Punch!" We discussed the plot, and Isaac complained that he now had both the jingle and The Song That Never Ends stuck in his head, but I found that the memory of my father reading the tale was enough to completely obliterate The Song That Never Ends.

Do read the story. It's a good one. I recommend reading it aloud for full effect.