It’s not my fault, you see.
My parents fond they were the ones
Who tacked it onto me.
Nobody knows the grief that’s mine,
But, oh, I’m not to blame.
Although I’ve done some dirty deeds,
I didn’t choose my na-a-a-ame!’”
The ditty ended in a long-drawn wail of excruciating dissonance, and three pairs of eyes regarded Monty inquiringly.
“How’s that?” demanded Dud. “Didn’t that get you, Monty?”
“It sure did! It made me want to cry.”