tapping at dead leaves, but still singing songs

I was laying in the newborn grass, the short green grass still scattered with its brown and yellow departed ancestors. The warm sun, the long stranger, whispered with the warmth that he was glad to be back. Georgia was coloring with sidewalk chalk no more than three feet away. My eyes were closed.
I opened them when I sat up. I started tapping at dead leaves with a long skinny stick while singing, "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston.
Georgia asked, "Is that a girl supposta be singing that song?"
I said, "Yeah."
Georgia laughed.