Here’s a story that reaches far back into my childhood. I had a soft blue elephant toy, and his name was Philichart. One day my mother asked what “Philichart” meant.
“It’s from that song. You know, ‘Revive us again, philichart with thy love . . .'”
She wasn’t usually the hysterical type, so I was surprised when she laughed and laughed and laughed until tears ran.
“It’s not philichart,” she finally explained. “It’s ‘fill each heart.'”
Fill each heart or philichart, I still loved my little blue elephant.