Like it. A gentle catchy little ditty. One of those melodies you wind up humming in the shower, on the way to work, or! scooting like a fool down the driveway at 100 mph, trying to instruct my son how to use of his new skateboard. Ok I probably won't be humming this, but I'd prefer it over the more likely funeral organ variety... BTW: After 30 years, and Bactene still stings like all get out. Progress is an uneven and unforgiving misstress.