In the Mood
This talented trombone player had a swinging band.
Their sound was considered among the best in the land.
My lady friend and I were often cutting some rug
with his hits like “String of Pearls” and “Little Brown Jug”.
Many more of his songs were hitting the radio waves.
In ballrooms everywhere, sweet tunes were drawing raves.
Over the wireless, tragic news became the sound.
Over the English Channel, his plane was downed.
His great career was cut tragically short by the war.
However, his recordings will live on for evermore.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2013
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