All right, Stefen. Let's see what you can do. Just follow along, but I'm going low and you'll have to go high.

[he starts a rhythm, clapping his hands and slapping his thighs, clap-clap slap-slap, coming in on the third bar of that with the bass line on the kind of pure, insistent working tune that a treble voice could carry easily and capture attention with, something with simple lyrics and an oft-repeating chorus that little Stefen should be able to pick up easily even if he doesn't already know it.]