Slamming the Ivories

Gone are the quiet moments in my life practicing a waltz or minuet. Today I'm like a lounge act, performing songs upon request from one very demanding customer (who I might add, does not tip). This morning it was Miss Mary Mack and Little Teapot. Yesterday, after getting off the plane, my services were requested for a rendition of Frere Jacques and "lamb" (as in...Mary Had a Little). Sometimes I'm ordered to sing. Sometimes it is demanded, quite loudly, that I zip it.

Recently my efforts have attracted the attention of a second customer who has discovered the joy of tickling the keys. To quote my friend Hector the pig, "Now I am the happiest, happiest I have ever been."