The man goes back to the bar and asks the barman if he can use the pub 
piano.
When he sits down he puts the frog on the keyboard and it commences to 
play a Chopin nocturne.
“That’s marvellous.” Said the barman. “Can I book you for Friday night?”
“Wait until tomorrow.” The man said.
On the morrow he arrived with the frog and a toad. The frog played and 
the toad sang, My way.
That is unbelievable, quoth the publican.
Yes, said the man, it is. But it is a bit of a cheat. The frog is a 
ventriloquist.


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Regards
     Stephen

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