Long story short: over the holiday break I got to help a fellow Metafilter member record a song, written with his new ukelele, about another Metafilter member who made the ukelele for him, Secret Santa, er, Quonsar style. Does that make sense? If not, longer story here. In the meantime, enjoy the brief and clever grandiosity of rouftop's (a.k.a. Mike from Ballard) ode to cigar box mini-guitars:

Brand New Ukelelelele [sic.]: A song for Bondcliff

Recommended if you're a fan of ukelele songs that blossom into EPICNESS then finish in barbershop-quartet style.