The other day I was walking around the house with an odd song in my head.  When it dawned on me what I was singing, I realized it was from a cartoon I haven’t seen for something like 40 years.  The thing that amazed me was that I still remembered all of the lyrics.  I was pretty sure I had some wrong because, who would think that the song would really say, “Softness in his eyes; Iron in his thighs…”  I was sure that was wrong, but nope, check it out.  Here’s the whole song (ref):

Hercules, hero of song and story
Hercules, winner of ancient glory
Fighting for the right
Fighting with his might
With the strength of ten
Ordinary men

Hercules, people are safe when near him
Hercules,only the evil fear him
Softness in his eyes
Iron in his thighs
Virtue in his heart
Fire in every part
Of the mighty Hercules!

I have no idea what triggered the memory of that song — probably some short string of notes from the tv that approximated a piece of the Hercules tune.  The thing that really scares me about this is that this is something I haven’t even thought about in decades.  What if this song is the last thing flowing through my addled brain when I’m 105 years old and drooling strained peas all down my robe?  Over and over and over…  The nurses will hear my strained rendition of it from down the hall and know that, “Dangit! Old Man Rogerson hasn’t kicked the bucket, yet.”

Hey, you’ve got to be remembered for something, don’t you?

Here’s one episode I found on YouTube.  The animation is laughably horrible and reminded me of Clutch Cargo, another ancient memory from my early days.  Enjoy!