My mother recently died. On the coldest of mornings at the bus stop, she would sing the song using her breath as puff. I would giggle so much. It made the bus come quickier. Lately, my daughter learned the song at school and rekindled the song. When I graduated from college, she gave me a music box with the song. It is one of my happiest childhood memories. I learned my childhood didn't end. It was just waiting for another little one to sing the song. I love you, Mom!