At dinner, M made up a song that went like this:
The tan man, the tan man, asks the people their favorite color. And they say “tan,” and he is very popular.
The next day the tan man, the tan man, asks the people their favorite color. But they say “pink,” and now his business is not so good.
So the tan man changes his color and becomes pink. And the tan man is very popular again.
I asked her to sing it again after dinner so I could record it. Unfortunately, she forgot to mention a key element of the original narrative thread (i.e., that the Tan Man changed his color to pink). But on the plus side, she added a flying house! Here’s her second rendition: