With Her Head Tucked Underneath Her Arm
No trip to London is complete without a tour of The Tower. I’m not sure if you know this about me, but I have a disease where words and concepts trigger songs in my head, and then I can’t avoid blurting that song to all who will hear. My friends have learned to ignore this ever-so-annoying tic. And it only embarrasses them slightly when I broadcast my disease for all to hear.
Well, the words, “Tower of London” and “Anne Boleyn,” trigger this song, and though I was sick with a cold, and it was snowing on my head, I kept on singing, and clapping my hands to the rhythms during my entire visit. (By the way, this was the least annoying of all the versions on YouTube, and you can actually understand the words.)