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Ok - try this.
Chap goes into a pub carrying a large suitcase, from which beautiful music emanates.
The barman is interested and inevitable a conversation ensues.
"What's that then" he asks.
The man, dejectedly, says "I met this deaf genie"
"Deaf?"
"Yup, deaf" he opens the case.
Inside is a tiny man, no more than 12" tall, playing a perfect miniature steinway.
"That is SO cool" says the barman, "but I don't see how you know the genie was deaf?"
"Well" he asks, incedulousy "you don't think I asked for a foot long PIANIST do you?"
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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