In our family, my aunt is thought of as a merry old soul because she sings as she goes about her daily routine.
One day I took the time to listen to the words of her songs, only to hear, "Now let me see, where did I put my keys?" and "I've got to remember to turn off the oven."
I asked why she sang about such trivial things.
"Annie," she answered, "if people hear me singing, they think I'm a happy old buzzard. If they hear me talking to myself, they'll think I'm daft and send me off to a rest home."