What a strange name,
Frog and Henry,
A very strange name for a jazz group,
But what a jazz group they were,
Playing jazz from the early days,
We were hooked by their playing.
There they were,
Two violinists and a piano player,
Another playing tuba,
A guy playing guitar and banjo.
Then there were two more,
One playing tenor sax, a clarinet
And a bass clarinet.
And then there was the leader
Playing the clarinet in such a way,
Such a way I had never heard before,
Getting sounds out of it
That I thought impossible.
But not only that
He played soprano, alto and baritone saxophones.
They all sang as well.
Such a wonderful sound they made
It was so wondrous to hear
And so enjoyable that the evening just went.
And as I sit hear
I can still hear them
And wonder why the time went,
Time went so fast.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Went to the Jazz Club last night as we do every month and saw one of the best Jazz Groups I have ever seen, they were incredible!
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you can beat an egg, but you just can't beat a bit of jazz now can ya .. 🙂
Now, time's going fast for you when you're enjoying yourself, as the saying goes, what with jazz, poetry group, etc!
Did I turn up to sing at the jazz group?
This poem is a beautifully written tribute to the artistry and skill of Frog and Henry, and to the power of music to inspire and delight us. It is a testament to the enduring legacy of jazz, and to the ability of musicians to create something truly magical when they come together to play.
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