Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Henry, happy birthday to you!
(That was better than hearing me sing it, wasn’t it?)
A: Mommy, do you know where our shoes come from?
M: Not sure of the meaning of the question… Uh, where do you think?
A: Weasels made them.
(No disrespect to the fine people at LaCrosse because weasels are cool.)