I want to try this song out. I'd – I've not sung this song for a hell of a long time only because . . . its a . . .

This is a children's song. I wrote it about ten, eleven year ago, p'raps even more, to please some children that I knew. And something funny happened. Er . . . I read a piece in the paper, in the Yorkshire Evening Post, and it was a curious story – and it moved me. Because it was about a man who committed suicide, and he'd left a detailed note explaining it. And they published bits of it, or they paraphrased. And the fact was that he'd killed himself . . . because his wife loved him too much. And he couldn't – he didn't know how to handle it; he couldn't manage it. She was too . . . she was too passionate and too tender, and she was too affectionate and – and always forgave him. And he had a sort of medium kind of love, you know: that's what he was capable of. And it made him feel bad and so he – he did it: he dropped himself.

And I never realised it, but when I was making up this song for the children, it – this little . . . idea, this story, just . . . slithered in. . . . Er – that doesn't make the song any – sort of . . . give it any sort of significance, but it's just . . . there. Odd, is that. But it's a children's song, is this; just a children's song.