Baby Steps

A thought (count it: one) finally crossed my mind this week. Hardly inspired—nothing but a (fourth, is it?) advert for Danny's, where I occasionally sing my stuff. And not as good as the earlier ones, in part because it wasn't tossed off with as little effort. Compromises on the vocabulary riddle the thing until it's the lyrical equivalent of Emmenthaler. And, once again, I turn to George M. Cohan for my tune; this time, Yankee Doodle Dandy. The adverts for Danny's have a common subtext: "Hey, folks! Let's party like it's 1899!"

Mercifully, it is short:

Try a swanky do at Danny's;
Toast our Independence Day.
For real, live music, they've got Jerry Scott—
Trust me, he knows how to play!
There's icy Absolut™ from Sweden,
And rum from tropical St. Croix;
Danny's menu takes the cake—
And that ain't macaroni!
Come down to Danny's and enjoy!

Lyric © Nathaniel DesH. Petrikov

Well, it ain't much, but it's something.