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Jazz Tiptoes Through the Tulips

few people could tiptoe through the tulips with this kind of pizazz we watched her doing it, and laughed at our cousin Jazz She has some kind of magic, a kind of razz-a-ma-tazz This was said by our Uncle the amazing Mr. Morazz Jazz has a way that includes everyone, the thick and the thin. she delights me, my giant smile goes almost down to my chin Her hair is flying into the air, the garden seems to wear a grin She makes looking terrific easy, says our mutual cousin, Little Finn we watch her tiptoe through the garden, and the flowers glow. She is lithe and lively, pretty at all times, red roses sway to and fro Jazz makes the garden come alive, says our favorite Uncle Joe. How she brings about such joy, we may never fully know.

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