When I was a little girl, I owned a large plastic locket – of much too large a size for anyone that little to actually be wearing around their necks. I think it was ordered from an Avon catalog, back in the days when we would round ourselves up and walk the neighborhood with my Mom as she made her Avon deliveries. And when I opened it, it would play this little melody to which my mother taught me the words and I would wander around, large locket heart opened, singing along: You are my  ...