a performing professor

On the first day of class, my professor called roll, making comments on the various names and asking us about nicknames, etc etc.  All very ordinary and typical.
Then he arrived at my name.
"Molly Malone."
"Here."  I raised my hand.
He stopped and peered at me over his glasses.
"Did your parents know..."
"No, they didn't know," I replied quickly, "but I know.  I know about the restaurants and bars and hotels and songs by name.  I know."
I love my name, but I don't prefer to have class time taken up discussing its sheer awesomeness.  It can become very distracting.
"Would you like to sing your song for the class?"  He seemed genuinely excited about the idea.
"Ah, no, I'd rather not."
"Fine then, I will!"
Thus the class was treated to a somewhat off-key rendition of "Molly Malone" by our short, roundish professor on the first day of class.
Thankfully he only sang the first verse.