Above all the racket there came a knock on the door. I was afraid to open it, but one of the maids stopped a-milking, leapt up and swung the door wide. There they were, ten pipers piping. You may be picturing guys with flutes, piccolos and the like but no, they were accompanied by the skirling of bagpipes! Not only were they not playing any Jethro Tull, they were doing a rousing rendition of “beer barrel polka” which only served to antagonize the gathered throngs who took the song to heart and... Sign in to see full entry.