It was visitors day at the lunatic asylum. All the inmates were standing 
in the courtyard and singing "Ave Maria." And singing it beautifully. 
Oddly, each of them was holding a red apple in one hand and tapping it 
rhythmically with a pencil. A visitor listened in wonderment to the 
performance and then approached the choir. "I am a retired choir 
director," he said. "This is one of the best choirs I have ever heard." 
"Yes, I'm very proud of them," said the conductor. "You should take them 
on tour," said the visitor, "what are they called?" "Surely that's 
obvious," replied the conductor. "They are the Moron Tapanapple Choir."