I couldn’t resist this–a parrot singing You Are My Sunshine. My father used to sing this to me when I was a toddler having a bad night: pick me up, rock me, and sing this song. Never mind that he had to punch in at the Ford plant at 6:00 in the morning. His children always came first.
Better even than Gene Autry, Dad. And certainly better than this parrot, who is not to be blamed for his musical difficulties.