Little Jazz Bird
George and Ira Gershwin (1924), My One and Only

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I say it with regret, But you're out of date;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 nothing 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 saxaphone.
Just try my recipe, and I'm sure you'll agree
That a little jazz bird is the only kind of bird to be!