It works!

My dad used to mess with me by saying, "I'm going to count to three," and then he'd say "1, 2..." And then he'd walk away.

Nup, I'm not hearing a thing. Try connecting them the other way round.

goatdog, your dad was a clever one!

My dad did something equally maddening. He'd walk over to the piano and play doh-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti............ and leave. It made me the obsessive compulsive that you have before you today.

Mmm... I used to have a habit of singing things to the Davey Crocket song (Davey, Davey Crocket), like: Burnt cheese... burnt cheese to-ast". Well after three years with the same woman, one day she cracks: "Will you please finish the song!? Please!" I'm like: finish the song? Yeah, she says, you know, the "king of the wild frontier" part.

I hadn't realized that was what I was singing. It was just buried in there. The funny part, to me, was that it took her three years of putting up with this before confronting me about it.

heh!
now i have to call you king of the wild frontier

Then on January 1973 a man named David Crockett led an Ornithological Society group to a place they named Taiko Town. You could be mistaken for thinking the location was somewhere in the wild west but it was in fact in the wild south on Chatham Island.

caw, who knew?

Sibilance, sibilance! Sss-sss-sssssss sibilance!