A long time ago,
before people had webbed knees,
there was a jazz musician that lived by the swamps of Mississippi!

He went by the name of Howling Jimmy Jefferson.
He liked to eat rattle snakes on toast,
and use crocodiles as taxicabs.

One day he contracted a strange swamp fever,
and his hands became see through,
and he knew he was gonna die.

He wanted his music to live on,
so he contacted a local voodoo priest,
called Tiny Robert.

They performed a strange ritual on his king sized death bed,
mixing a drop of Jimmy's blood with his final recording,
Voodoo Scat.

Jimmy died, and Tiny Robert got ball cancer,
but spotted it early and had it removed,
and it was all fine.

There's a lesson in that for everyone,
check your b____!

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