 Oh, dear. Nobody, there's probably out of our however many listeners, I suspect there are probably two of them who would like me to sing for them. And I suspect one of those two is doing it because they wish me ill. I think one of them might actually want me to do it. The other one is just looking for excuses to offer derision. But for that one person, either to appease that person who wants derision or for that one person who doesn't, I will say, and because we do not have the rights to Barbra Streisand's version of the song,