See, I really couldn't sing. I could never really sing. What I couldn't do is sing. I have trouble with a note. It goes all around my throat. It's a terrifying thing. See, I really couldn't hear which note was lower or was higher. Which is why I disappear if someone says, let's start a choir. And when I begin to squeak, it's a cross between a shriek and a quiver or a moan. It's a little like a croak or the record player. What it doesn't have is tone. Oh, I know you're thinking, what a crazy. Ding-a-ling. But I really couldn't sing. I could never really sing. What I couldn't do is sing. Three blind mice. Three blind mice. It isn't intentional. He's doing his best. Jingle bells, jingle bells. Jingle bells, jingle bells. It really blows my mind. He gets depressed. But what I lack in pitch, I sure make up in power. And all my friends say I am perfect for the shower. Still, I'm terrific at it. Girls are messing up my hands. I'm a birdie on the wing. But if I begin to chirp, they say, who's the little twerp going pong instead of ping? And when Christmas comes and all my friends go caroling, It is so disheartening. It is so disquieting. It is so discouraging. Darling, please stop answering. Ring. See, I really couldn't sing. I could never really sing. What I couldn't do is Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do. Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti, do. La. La. La. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing. Sing.