It is currently 8:57pm and you should be sleeping... but you are not. Instead you are in your bed, with the lights off, making up your own versions of songs - very similar to how your Uncle Keenan makes up his versions of songs when he doesn't know the words.
The song you are singing right now is to the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle", and I know this because every few verses of the song you throw in a "twinkle, twinkle". The rest of it goes like this:
"eight, nine, ten, nineteen, twelve, thriiiiiirtttteeen! Up above the world so high, twinkle twinkle little star! One, two, three, four, five, six seven".