My husband and I were amusing ourselves (Yes, we are easily amused.) with the old song that you may know, that goes, "There's a hole in my bucket dear Liza, dear Liza. There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, a hole. Then fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry; then fix it dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it. With what shall I fix it dear Liza, dear Liza...." and on it and on it goes forever...until the end where Henry blurts out to Liza's disgust, "But there's a hole in my buck