The Worm that Keeps on Singing

This morning I awoke to a curse on my day. It wasn’t some happenstance misfortune. It wasn’t a surprise. The curse was planned, outlined, and executed with precision.

I will be spending my day with a special song in my head thanks to my dear, sweet husband who in the late–and unsupervised–small hours of the night, thought it humorous to leave me a note which upon reading–and thereafter upon his own admission–was nothing more than an earworm.

First off, it’s not the nicest image: ear + worm.

I think I saw a movie once (Star Trek?) that had some blood-letting, leg-less creature enter into people’s ears causing pain and maybe amnesia. (The fact that I cannot remember makes me wonder if this memory-stealing worm is more than just a character in science fiction.)

Then there’s the earwig.

When you learn that it’s not a small toupee for your pinna, aka, the outer ear, you wish you hadn’t. They are perfectly harmless to people apart from causing fear after dark when they become active and you want to sleep but are frightened of the coming earwig attack.

An earworm, for those unfamiliar with the word–as I was until just a couple of years ago–is nothing more than a song stuck in your head, playing away on a repeating loop, and making you wish for a quick and effective method for ridding yourself of it.

I have read that there are two ways to banish an unwanted earworm:

  1. Chew gum
  2. Pass it on

As I have a mouth full of thirty-year-old fillings, I can’t chew gum. So instead, I’ll share with you, word for word, what Rob wrote on my morning note card. (You may wish to stop reading now if you are not one for Greatest Hits, Sunday School Edition. If you keep reading, you do so at your own peril/enjoyment.)

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Rise and shine, and give God the Glory, Glory

Rise and shine, and give God the Glory, Glory

Rise and shine, and give God the Glory, Glory

Children of the Lord.


I love you,


Isn’t he the greatest for cursing me with that little ditty?

(You’re probably thinking the same thing of me, but you were warned and I even put the clip art gummy worms after the warning as further protection from seeing the lyrics. Don’t blame me, Curious George.)

All right, to be fair, it’s your turn:

Apart from the one in your head right now, what other earworms have inhabited your brain? Let’s pass these around like a bad case of conjuctivitis. (And be glad I paased on clip art for that. You’re welcome.)

11 thoughts on “The Worm that Keeps on Singing

  1. I don’t think I know that song. If I do, the melody isn’t coming to me. It wouldn’t be able to get through the Dora song in my head right now, anyway (Lilly watched it before school this morning). Do Do Do Do Do Dora!

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  2. You might try replacing it with another. Listen to or sing a few lines from one of your favorite songs, and hope it pushes the other aside.
    An ear worm that often resides near my tympanic membrane is Bad Day by Daniel Powter. Have no idea why this song bounces into my head. Another is Beautiful by Carole King. Perhaps I am subliminally trying to be more optimistic….😎

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  3. There she was, just walking down the street. Sing’n, do wa diddy diddy da dum diddy do. Walking along just as natural as can be.

    Or, If it says Libby’s, libby’s, libby’s, on the label label label, you, will likeit, like it , like it on you table, table, table!

    I could give several more, earworms affect or infect me a lot. The tunes from “Annie” often run in my head. Sometimes I make up my own words. The tune of “Cops”, but my words: GOP, GOP, what’ca gonna do what’ca gonna do, when Trump win the nomination for you?

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