I have robins in my garden beds. This is not surprising because I also have driplines in my garden beds, which create soft soil for worms. They – the robins, not the worms, I don’t think – hop along the beds. Every time I see it happen, I think to myself, I think, “poor little robin, hoppin’ hoppin’ something something something ’cause he can’t afford to fly.”
It just happened, again, while I was making coffee. I thought to myself, I thought, “I have the Internet, just look up the song.” So I did.
Not at all what I remembered, but – other than the “something”s – I had the chorus right. As with the currant bush, I don’t think I’ve heard the song since I was six or seven, so the memory lapse seems forgivable.
I’ve occasionally worried about what will happen to history when “if it’s not online, it didn’t happen” arrives. We may already be there. I find it encouraging that trivia such as this is online. If something this silly has been digitized, presumably important things are being/have been digitized, too.
BTW: I’ve tried to get picture of a robin in my garden. I keep scaring them away when I run outside with my phone.
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