Classic Poem

My fairest child, I have advice to slip you;
No saxophone could zoom a snappier lay;
And, if you will, a noisy hint I'll tip you
For use to-day.

I'll tell you how to sing a jazzier carol
Than those of I. Berlin or Jerry Kern;
Your useless bits of feminine apparel
You ought to burn.

Be wild, sweet child, and let who will be quiet;
Do noisy things, and give the boys the razz;
And so make Life, a syncopated riot,
One grand old jazz.

My fairest child, I have advice to slip you;
No saxophone could zoom a snappier lay;
And, if you will, a noisy hint I'll tip you
For use to-day.

I'll tell you how to sing a jazzier carol
Than those of I. Berlin or Jerry Kern;
Your useless bits of feminine apparel
You ought to burn.

Be wild, sweet child, and let who will be quiet;
Do noisy things, and give the boys the razz;
And so make Life, a syncopated riot,
One grand old jazz.