Victrola

Dead forty years Bird brings his lips to the reed.He rules the roost, and rues the rest,Do wot-jadda bop.

Recovered from shell shockThe war veteran Hitler found the doctorWho cured his hysterical deafness,

And had the man killed, hoping that IMight never exist to tell the story here,A little distorted.

But Illinois Jacquet playing ’Round MidnightOn the bassoon, better evenThan the death speech of Falstaff.

And listen, Moshe Leib Halpern, IHave a miracle cabinetMade in Japan—listen.