Too late to repeat my prior joke, darnit.
Unfortunately, I seem to have lost my making-any-sense-of-this-thread glasses. (Oh, nevermind, there they are behind the bottle as usual.)
Very funny.
What happens when we get to the end?
Xylophones?
You wish.
Zithers, more likely.
And around the horn we go…
Beaten to the punch… sigh.
Locked at the request of the OP.