Little Jazz Bird sing and play along

Into a cabaret, one fatal day,

a little songbird flew;

'found it so very gay, he thought he'd stay,

just to get a bird'seyeview.

When he heard the jazz band playing,

he was happy as a lark;

to each measure he kept swaying and he stayed til 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 gurgling 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I say it with regret, but you're out of date;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 saxophone.

Just try my recipe, and I'm sure you'll agree that a little jazz bird is the only kind of bird to be!

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I say it with regret, but you're out of date;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 saxophone.

Just try my recipe, and I'm sure you'll agree that a little jazz bird is the only kind of bird to be!

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