When I was a kid, a friend gave me a firecracker called a two-incher. It was more substantial than the puny Black Cats we usually had each fourth of July. This baby would make a serious boom.

Excitement filled my heart as I struck a match. The fuse, however, did something most unexpected. Instead of burning slowly and giving me time to throw, it went from tip to interior in an instant and the darn thing went off in my hand.

My thumb and first two fingers were blackened, my hand was numb, and my ears rang, but no lasting damage was done. I add to this story the fact that as a boy, I was called Johnny.

Today, I can’t help but laugh at a song call Ten-Finger Johnny by Paul and Storm.

Paul Sabourin and Greg “Storm” DiCostanzo were once part of a comedy quartet called Da Vinci’s Notebook.

When the quartet broke up, Paul and Storm formed a duo. Some of the songs they sing are clean and some are off-color (be warned), but all of them are funny.

They perform regular-length songs, but also some very short ones. For instance, one song, sung with straight-faced sincerity, goes: “Sure hope that was a raisin.”

They also did some unsolicited commercials, none of which led to contracts with the companies or products in question. A modest example would be one for Necco Wafers. It goes, “Nec-co Wa-fers . . . the candy nobody likes.”

Because their voices blend so well, they could, as the old expression goes, sing the phone book and people would listen. When they perform something a bit jarring, they do it with such sweetness that it blossoms into comedy gold.

Take the song, “Your Love Is.” The singer states what his love is, then contrasts that with his lover’s love.

It begins, “My love is a butterfly floating sweetly through a summer field, spreading beauty and love under the midday sun.”

The song then explains that your love is an entomologist. The verse ends with, “Your love is a pin through my guts.”

The song continues and goes either up or down down down, depending on your sense of humor.

The second verse begins, “My love is a sailing ship” and ends with “Your love is smallpox.

The third verse begins with, “My love is a tiny puppy,” and ends with, “Your love is Christopher Walken.”

And if that’s not enough, the break between verses two and three compares your love to everything from a giant redwood falling on a family of deer to Christmas in Iran. And all is sung sweetly, sincerely, and in the loveliest of harmonies

Back to Ten-Finger Johnny. It’s a song about a man whose life pursuit involves pyrotechnics.

In the first verse he is called Ten-Finger Johnny. After a misadventure with a string of firecrackers, he is called Six-Finger Johnny. And his name changes with each succeeding verse.

The song, which is funny, is even funnier to me, a Johnny blessed all these years with 10 fingers.