Song is effective and can also result in unintended consequences. Apparently I had a habit of singing at the dinner table. It was so irksome, my father made me eat a meal in the bathroom. I’m fairly certain I was of high school age, so ”knowing better” was an option.
In spite of the exile, I do recommend bursting into song whenever appropriate, humorous, thoughtful, or required. Today’s song in my morning brain was, ”One Headlight,” by the Wallflowers. My waking playlists are never very inspiring. I need to work on that.