There's a Hole in the Bucket, Dear Liza

Tomorrow, I'll have been staying in the hotel for a week. It's a fun place. They've got the halls filled with gamelan music, and for the first day it sounded so realistic to my untrained ears that I thought there was an orchestra practicing somewhere on the premises. But by now, I'm realizing that there are a handful of songs on repeat. One song in particular reminds me (something about one of the refrains) of song I heard on Sesame Street when I was very small: "There's a Hole in the Bucket Dear Liza."