Alas, sweet lady, what imports this song?

This morning I was sung to by my friend, her five year old son and his nanny. It’s my birthday today and it strikes me that one of the pleasures of this day is having people sing to me. It’s sweet to be greeted with a song. It doesn’t matter what the melody is or the words. It’s just nice that there is a tradition that once a year you are sung to.
Other holidays feature music and songs, certainly – but this is a direct singing. It is singing dedicated to one person. Once a year. Sung badly or beautifully, it is nice to be sung to.

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