It was a jolly song by Guy Mitchell and pish tush to this ridiculous idea of "cultural (mis)appropriation".
As usual the big mouth critics have missed the point (as they do when they Baa Baa black sheep about racism)
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CA, is when you take an icon, sacred or otherwise and use it in a demeaning way, often for financial gain.
It's that which ethnic groups object to, not a white woman like me singing Maori waiata or you ixion quoting a 1952 song (written by US composer Bob Merrill) about a Hawaiian dancer.
It’s laughable when you think the Hawaiian people are still fighting to get the US out of their country (now largely owned by the Mafia).
I am a little more upbeat but as yet there is no real improvement but I shall persevere with my cultural appropriations 
of Maori rongoa as it seems all conventional medicine can offer is fierce drugs and with my history, it'll be frying pan to fire.
I'm gradually getting over the shock of the sudden onset but whatever has happened in my long and eventful life, nothing has ever been able to subdue my spirit for long, I’m far too stuborn, so it was a temporaryknock-back only.
My dear Mepa, filling in for Karen, took me shopping for vegiesd, milk, more wool and the anti-slip backing I sew onto the soles of the slippers.
She fossicked about in the huge box of finished slippers and scarves and has taken some for herself, husband and 80 year old auntie.
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