That song was written by native American Indians during the fourth coming of the white elk. It was stolen and adopted by the White man (duh) in 1846, where it was stored in a jar until 1928, when it was rediscovered by high school aged youths wearing raccoon skin coats. But the song was cursed, and the Great Depression followed the next year. I forget the rest of the story, other than sappy lyrics were shackled to the depressing melody, and that was that.
