The first song for “The Little Prince — the musical”, something about the great visual gags in Jacques Tati movies, a gospel about going to the bakery as early as possible on a Saturday morning with my daughter, when the store owners are cleaning the sidewalks (I started to notice the poetry in that after I had been to New York), a song about a salmon pate that I bought last friday thinking this can’t be good and which I have been devouring over the last weekend.