The Music in my Head

Bedtime. Cats fed, stove loaded.

Why in hell is my brain repeatedly singing the first verse of “Good King Wencelas”?!? I realize that I fed the cats some FANCY FEAST…

 Good King Wenceslas looked out
 On the FEAST of Steven
 When the snow lay ‘round about
 Deep and crisp and even 

Bob wonders if I know a song with FANCY in it… and within half a minute my brain has subconsciously switched to “I Know an Old Lady who Swallowed a Fly”…

I know an old lady who swallowed a cat.  
Now FANCY that, she swallowed a cat...  

My cats love FANCY FEAST. Me, not so much. Say goodnight, brain.

I know an old lady who swallowed a cat. Now FANCY that, she swallowed a cat…