Had a wife. Lost her. Got another one. Lost that one, too.
Got a dog. A black dog with white spots. Splendid dog. Got a second splendid dog with black spots. Walked them around and around the block. Got a new blue jacket with lots of buttons. Splendid buttons. Every night walk around and around the block with my splendid dogs and splendid coat with the twelve buttons.
Am I happier than the other lone men, with their splendid dogs, and dozen-button jackets?
Well, I’ve never asked them. If they’re happy or not.
Tinsel! Tinsel! Crumb!