Hey, Jackson, what's that you're playing, Pops? Well, you know, it's very interesting how a song is born. Can't you kind of jazz it up a little? They took the tune and the words right from the mockingbird. That's how a song was born. And then a soft evening breeze come through the willow trees, and that's how a song was born. A tingling rain from the sky became a lullaby, and the blues must have come from aside, from aside. When two hearts beat in time, oh, bluebells began to chime, and that's how a song was born. That's a good deal, Jackson. Now, here's how jazz was born. They took the beat, jungle beat, brought it to the streets, and that's how jazz was born. And then someone played a wail, all up and down the scale, and that's how jazz was born. They simply played what they liked, as long as it would fit, if it just had a beat, that was it. And then a horn gave a scream, they took it as a thing. La la la la la la la. La la la la la la la. La la la la la la la. La la la la la la la.