I can only think of Douglas Adams's "Life, the Universe, and Everything" ....

"They walked quite near the watchers beneath the tree,  swinging
lanterns which made soft and crazy lights dance among the trees and
grass, chattering contentedly, and actually singing a song about how
terribly nice everything was, how happy they were, how much they
enjoyed working on the farm, and how pleasant it was to be going home
to see their wives and children, with a lilting chorus to the effect
that the flowers were smelling particularly nice at this time of year
and that it was a pity the dog had died seeing as it liked them so
much. Arthur could almost imagine Paul McCartney sitting with his feet
up by the fire on evening, humming it to Linda and wondering what to
buy with the proceeds, and thinking probably Essex."

My sincerest apologies.

-Farrar Hudkins