The Jazz-bird sings a barnyard song— <br />A cock-a-doodle bray, <br />A jingle-bells, a boiler works, <br />A he-man's roundelay. <br /> <br />The eagle said, 'My noisy son, <br />I send you out to fight!' <br />So the youngster spread his sunflower wings <br />And roared with all his might. <br /> <br />His headlight eyes went flashing <br />From Oregon to Maine; <br />And the land was dark with airships <br />In the darting Jazz-bird's train. <br /> <br />Crossing the howling ocean, <br />His bell-mouth shook the sky; <br />And the Yankees in the trenches <br />Gave back the hue and cry. <br /> <br />And Europe had not heard the like— <br />And Germany went down! <br />The fowl of steel with clashing claws <br />Tore off the Kaiser's crown.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-modest-jazz-bird/
