Back when I was in college, Bobby Tyler, my good buddy, sang "Mr. Bojangles" as his standard audition piece. I'll never forget him shuffling around on stage and singing "Mr. Bojangles". He always looked mournful when he sang, "His dog up and died, he up and died, and after 20 years he still grieves". So Bobby was either acting, or else that was the point in the song at which he grew tired of singing.
Don't worry. I can tease Bobby. Back 30 years ago, we spent many hours together partaking of illegal substances in Bobby's bathroom. It must have been cold in that bathroom because I remember we called it "the Artic Tundra".
Bobby reformed many years ago. Here is his picture.

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