Count Basie was a friend of mine.
He was known to fly around from town to town.
He made lists of things he liked to do.
Everyone he met he treated them like they were new.
Count Basie was an evil man.
He left no tracks when he ran.
If you knew him then you knew
No one really knew Count Basie through and through.
Lady Basie was a plum.
She was always buying Count Basie rum.
Lady Basie wasn’t lazy
Lady Basie smelled like a lady.
Baby Basie ate tomatoes out of the garden
Tomatoes and potatoes were in the back yard when
A hawk swooped down and saved him from drowning
Baby Basie was always surrounded
In the afternoon once 1000 years ago
There sat a dragon upon a throne
He didn’t have anywhere to go
He didn’t know how to leave his home
This dragon after 1000 years got up the nerve to change his gears
That’s when archaeologists unearthed him
Measured his girth and named him
Put him storage and forgot him
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