The world could use a little more harmony, whether it wants it or not. So when I'm not writing short stories and novels, painting, or sawing on my violin, I like to try to keep myself off of the street and away from gang-related activities by quickly for-fun-jotting down silly lyrics and then multi-trackingly improvising the lyrics into fully harmonized songs, often as a means of commemorating some special occasion, such as (in this case) the B-day of a junior entomologist with a talent for building bee houses. Of course, it is in the key of B...