My wife and I saw a stage performance of "Jersey Boys" a few weeks ago. This morning, I had the Four Seasons' song Dawn stuck in my head... so, humming, whistling softly, and singing to myself.

"Think (think)
What a big man he'll be
Think
Oh the places you'll see
Now think what the future would be with a poor boy like me
Dawn, go away...
Please, go away..."