Once again, here's more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's featured song, "Tiger Rag," is a jazz standard, originally recorded and copyrighted by the Original Dixieland Jazz Band in 1917 (listen to them play the song here (the most-recognizable part comes near the end), or watch a video of a virtuosic performance by vocal quartet The Mills Brothers here, or listen to jazz pianist Art Tatum's near-manic rendition here, or listen to Benny Goodman's version here, or listen to Les Paul and Mary Ford breeze through the song here, or listen to a rollicking version by jazz musicians Fats Waller and Louis Armstrong here, or listen to a superb version by Kid Ory & His Orchestra here, or watch a TV clip of jazz/big band drummer Gene Krupa and his group's exuberant performance here, or listen to ragtime pianist Jelly Roll Morton's sparkling version here, or listen to Dixieland band Firehouse Five Plus Two's rowdy rendition here, or listen to a smooth interpretation by New Orleans Dixieland clarinettist Pete Fountain here, or listen to a 1928 recording of big band musician Tommy Dorsey's orchestra here, or listen to Glenn Miller's orchestra romp through the song here, or watch a TV clip of Liberace's rambunctious performance here, or listen to a cheesy yet swingin' version by Ray Conniff & His Orchestra & Chorus here). Enjoy.
Cat! Cat! Cat!
It's a tiger! This is the tiger!
This is one free tiger!
Cat! Cat! Cat!
Certification person, retropharyngeal and wet!
Where is the cat or cats?
Oh, where are made
scientists, high or too low, screaming all the now,
"The old tiger struck police box seats!"
It is a parliamentary-style driving.