EARWORMS? BELIEVE IT!

I woke up this morning
And jumped out of my bed

I believe it
Yes, I believe it


With plans of Forrest Gumping
Dancing in my head

I believe it 
Yes, I believe it


Alf W was relaxing
Pedalled my bike instead

I believe it 
Yes, I believe it


Ate a croissant, drank ice coffee too
At my favourite cafe, Pane Fresco-oh-oh-oh

I believe
I believe
I belie e e e e eve


Wrote in my journal
Of dreams and plans to do

I believe it
Yes, I believe it

Went to Spencer Smith Park
And juggling did I do


I believe it
Yes, I believe it

Biked home in time
*To watch the Germans win


I believe it
Yes, I believe it

And through this time
Earworms
were singing from within


Believe it
Yes, you can believe it
You can belie e e e e eve it down in your soul
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*was watching World Cup Soccer - Germany won and placed 3rd

"EARWORMS? What are earworms?" You might ask.

If you have a touch of neurosis, (and who doesn't) you, no doubt, have at one time experienced that: "tune wedgy", song, portion, words or melody that you just can't get out of your head.

The above bad poem shows you just how I experienced my day yesterday. Since sharing and playing I Believe To My Soul I haven't been able to get it out of my mind.

It's a lot better than Skidamarinky dinky do which was my constant companion days after taking a trip with my brother and his family when this happened...

(copyright Nance Thacker 1990)

Skidda (I am not so cruel as to post this as a video as, as any Canadian parent knows, it's totally viral!) was played, over and over and over again to the delight of my sweet niece during a prolonged bit of driving. If she was happy; we were happy.

I also read somewhere that earworms tend to work their magic when people are feeling optimistic.
So to all you optimists out there here is another bit that'll worm its way into your brain. It's full of such great energy and so much fun that it's worth listening to and risking infection.

ENJOY!!!