On tranquil summer evenings, just as the sun begins to set, I love to sing to the armadillos and make them dance. When I pick up my trusty Gretsch and strum "The Westphalia Waltz," it puts them in a ballroom mood. They quickly pair up and circle the yard in whirling showmanship. But lo and behold, when I start belting out the chorus of the uptempo "All Aboard for Broadway", they grab their little taps, form a tight dance line, and begin a synchronized hop-shuffle-step that's a mind-blowing showstopper and a glowing tribute to the great George M. Cohan.