21st CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES # 232

 

Rim strim stram-a-diddle

Larra-bum-a-ring ting

Rig-num bulletin a-ky-mo!

Ah that’s Jazz man

ARTIE

 

When Artie Shaw

Was the King of Swing

His liquorice stick

Was made to sing

 

With a beat

To tap your toe too

Or melodies

To serenade you

 

Swing to get the kids

A jumping

Tunes to get the blood

A pumping

 

Artie Shaw and his

Tuneful clarinet

The King of Swing

Was as good as they get

BIX

 

Leon Bismark "Bix" Beiderbecke

(March 10, 1903 – August 6, 1931)

 

It was said of Bix

That his Cornet spat out notes

Like shooting bullets at a bell

And his solos sounded as sweet

As a girl saying yes.

Bix Beiderbecke was simply the best

He was at the birth of hot music

His light illuminated

The jazz age

His Cornet accompanied

The roaring twenties

He was a romantic legend,

The young man with a Horn

But in keeping with the character

Of the very best of youth

His flame burned very brightly

But equally it burned quickly

And like the most beautiful star

He burned himself out

All too soon

Bix lived for the jazz

But died for the booze