The organist went on holiday with his rhythm stick to the gardens of Japan, where he met with the gentle Barbie. Come home with me, he said, and I’ll show you my organ. They were just snuggling up together, when lo and behold! appeared the Stereotypical Kingkong, all the way from the jungles of Sumatra. I currently live in Regensburg Cathedral, he said, and my organ is so big that they had to build a lift:
(Thanks MM!)
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