ManFriend: If you layed down in a field of valerian would you fall asleep?
me: That's probably what happened to the guy who slept for 100 years.
ManFriend: Oh yeah, that guy...
me: The one from the fable! You know that fable?
ManFriend: You mean Fat Charlie and the Valerian Field?
Me: Yeah, that's the one. Do remember the song that goes with it?
ManFriend: (singing) Fat Charlie, that fatty Charlie. Fat Charlie in the Valerian field. Fat Charlie, hungh, Fatty Charlie. Fat Charlie in the Valerian Fieeeeeeeeeelllld.
He was accompaning himself with handclaps which
evolved into a complicated patty-cake solo.
The crowd of girl scouts who'd broke into the
house to sell us chocolate cardiac arrest wafers
stared in dumbfound awe of the speed
and agility of his hands.
Me: I think I mean Rip van Winkle.
I had the Fat Charlie and the Valerian Field stuck in my head until I fell asleep. For the record, it sounds a cross between Brass Monkey, by the Beasty Boys, and Lovely Day, by Bill Withers. Please don't try to sing it: you might get hurt.