Down in the Dumps!

From now on, whenever I feel blue, I'll remember Jeannie at G's nursing home singing (and Margaret chiming in for a "wee duet" and soon almost everyone in the front room joining in):
Down in the dumps I'll never go;
That's where the devil keeps me low.
So I'll sing with all my might,
And I'll keep my armour bright,
And down in the dumps I'll never go!
I told Dad about it and he said he remembers the chorus from his primary Sunday School days.
It's really cool to see how Jeannie has brightened up. The other day, she asked me, "Are you a Christian?" When I replied in the affirmative, she said, "I'm a Baptist!"