I'm afraid it's a case of the abused become abusers. When my sister was in second and third grade (my junior and senior years in high school) her teacher assigned her the job of playing that song [that was spoken in tones of loathing, btw] on the recorder(!) for the class pageant two years in a row. You have not suffered with that song until you have heard it non-stop for three months, played in a singularly dirge-like fashion.

Of all the songs in this wide world, it is the one I hate the most.

I am also one of the few Americans that admits to never, ever having wanted to go to Disney/land/World or take my kids there.

But the song (which I actually sing as often as Jack says "implantation") was what popped into the mind when I saw the posting.