What’s that little song? We all know it.
You’re in a supermarket. There is a stacked pyramid of Campbell’s Tomato Soup cans on display. You pick one up to look at the ingredients, then you put it back. The pyramid collapses, creating a major clatter. This shocks a young mother so much that she runs her cart over a dog. Her cart flips, ejecting her baby clear across the store and through a plate glass window. The resulting sound and fury of the shatter shocks a driver on the street, and causes a five car pileup. One car is a limo carrying Bush, another is a limo carrying Putin. An international incident is born. Nuclear war breaks out, and all life on Earth is destroyed.
So what do you do? Walk away, hands clasped behind your back, and you pretend you didn’t do it. And what else do you do? You whistle. You know the tune. It’s five notes, in a descending pattern that covers somewhere between a perfect fifth and an octave. Dotted eighth, sixteenth, two staccato eighths, and a quarter.
And it’s never – NEVER – any other tune.
Who wrote it? Why do we all know it? Do those of us who are accident-prone owe thousands in royalties?