The Jazzman
There once was a trumpeter who liked to blow on his horn
He would play all night long till the break of morn
At the late night jazz club is where he spent all his time
Every note he played was just so sublime
In a black suit he stood tall, swinging his song
All his fellow cats joined in, playing along
People came from all around
To hear that smooth, grooving sound
When he stroked his last soothing riff as daytime neared
Everybody in the crowd hooted and cheered
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