Snazzy Jazz Cat
Octavius Platt could not carry a tune;
it seems all of his notes were heavy and flat.
He bought him a bag that would hold his bassoon,
a pump, and a map so he’ll know where he’s at.
So now he plays nights, and he sleeps until noon;
Octavius Platt is one snazzy jazz cat.
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