I am weeping for poor Billy Bass, alone and unwanted, simply because he tries to bring joy and song into the lives of nasty, ungrateful, soporific, unthinking, unappreciative people who are living joyless lives beclouded by the depression of urban life.

Poor Billy! Alone, unwanted, and yet he recognized LH and tried to lighten his miserable life with song and a little humor (or in LH's case, humour). But no, he cheerful attempts are rebuffed and he is rejected and consigned to oblivion by someone who would rather not add another smile-giver to his singing school.

Poor, poor Billy....