At nursery, my daughter sang a Christmas song to the tune of "Here we go round the Mulberry Bush". Apparently, "the leopards came to Bethlehem, Bethlehem, Bethlehem, the leopards came to Bethlehem to see the baby Jesus."

I was dying to know what happened next.

My friend Patrick's dad was a vicar named Lloyd Hamilton, and as a child, Patrick thought The congregation was praying directly to him:

"Our father, who art in heaven," (well, there he was up on the altar)
"how Lloyd be thy name..."