"Little Jazz Bird":
Into a cabaret
One fatal day
A little songbird flew
Found it so very gay
Hhe thought he'd stay
Just to get a birds-eye view
When he heard the jazz band playing
He was happy as a lark
To each measure he kept swaying
And he stayed till after dark
Then back to the land he knew
Thrilled through and through
He sailed on in the air
Called all the other birds
and
in these words started singing then and there:
I'm a little jazz bird
And I'm telling you to be one, too
For a little jazz bird is in heaven when it's singing 'blue'
I say it with regret
But you're out of date
You ain't heard nothin' yet
Till you syncopate
When the going is rough
You will find your troubles all have flown
If you warble your stuff
Like the moaning of a saxaphone
Just try my recipe
And I'm sure you'll agree
That a little jazz bird
Is the only kind of bird for me
Music: George Gershwin
Lyrics: Ira Gershwin
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