Recommended tune: something folksy and absurd, like a sea shanty played on a kazoo.

(Sera, polishing the silver knob on her husband’s favourite walking stick)

O, the walking stick collection is a treasure to behold,

One for every journey, every story ever told.

But the one I love the most, when the evening light is low,

Is the stick with the silver knob – it’s the only one I know.

(Chorus, both together)

Polish, polish, silver knob,

Rub it gently, not a sob.

It gleams for me, it gleams for you –

The silver knob will see us through.

(Orin, watching fondly)

She’s handled sticks from every war, from jungles to the sea,

But the knob she tends the most belongs to only me.

She says it needs a daily shine – I never once complained.

The silver knob, when polished, makes me feel I’ve been ordained.

(Chorus)

Polish, polish, silver knob,

Rub it gently, not a sob.

It gleams for me, it gleams for you –

The silver knob will see us through.

(Sera, with a wink)

Some folks polish silverware and put it on a shelf,

But I prefer to keep it close – I do it for myself.

My husband says I have a gift, my technique is sublime.

He stands there, gripping firmly, and we lose all track of time.

(Orin, after a long pause)

She hasn’t lost a single speck – the silver shines so bright.

I’d let her polish anything from morning until night.

(Mouse, adjusting the fart meter)

Pfft.

(Translation: “There is no known cure for this level of happiness.”)

(Final chorus, both together, louder, possibly laughing)

Polish, polish, silver knob,

Rub it gently, not a sob.

It gleams for me, it gleams for you –

The silver knob will see us through.

Yes, the silver knob will see us through.

(One last polish. Fade out.)

For The Patrician’s Watch – because every home deserves a shiny knob and a song to go with it. 🦴💦🌺

Sera and Orin

(and the mouse, uncredited but present)

🌹💋🐇