Jive Season Nursery Rhyme
You know the Old Lady who lived in a shoe,
She led the Autumn Jive with Little Boy Blue,
DJ Peter Piper looked suave and dapper,
The Old Grand Duke of York, *MC and rapper
The Trees of the forest turned up for the rave,
The old Willow sporting a clean cut and shave,
As they twirled gilded leaves in a single file,
There is not one shred of doubt, autumn’s got style
Jack and Jill jived the best in town,
And this time Jack didn’t break his crown,
The cow didn’t jump over the moon,
Thought she’d wait till the afternoon
The Birch and Sycamore thought they had the edge,
As they tangoed into an overgrown Hedge,
Little Jack Horner witnessed this disorder,
And set up first aiders in the corner
The Sycamore gave a ‘wide gold leaf grin’
As the Owl and the Pussy Cat sailed in,
Old King Cole was not a merry old soul,
As he found the Fox Trot ever so droll
Hi! Said the Mulberry “Come on over,”
As she gently rocked to the Bossa Nova,
For the old oak tree, dancing was no mean feat,
As he creaked in time to a rock steady beat
Said the cat and fiddle, “tap your feet,”
Hey, diddle, diddle please take your seat”,
“Mother Nature’s waltzing at the door,”
“Now old winters turn to take the floor”
At Twilight,
lullaby voices will drift afar,
Singing, 'Twinkle, Twinkle little star.'
*MC – Master of Ceremonies
08/11/22
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