The Singer , Not the Song

THE SINGER, NOT THE SONG I don’t like shopping alone; But with her, it’s a different experience. Supermarket ? No problem - Discussions of prices, Squeezing the pears, Philosophy of canned beans’ additives, Jokes about cucumbers. Even a dress shop? Yes - to me it’s just dresses, dresses, dresses, But I love to watch her try Even if we don’t always buy. She loves to dance with me: God knows why - for I’m no dancer. She’d have better rhythm with Blitzen or Prancer. Was your mum’s cooking really that good ? Possibly not, but it was your mum’s. Was your dad’s big pocket on a snowy day really that warm ? No warmer than others I guess, but it was his. Ever heard Frank Sinatra singing ‘Little Miss Muffet’ ? Or Elvis singing ‘You’d better watch out, Santa Claus is coming’ ? It’s the singer…..not the song.