The David Jazz

David was a Young Blood, David was a striplin',
Looked like the Jungle Boy, yarned about by Kiplin'—
Looked like a Jungle Boy, sang like a bird,
Fought like a tiger when his temper got stirred.
David was a-tendin' the sheep for his Pa,
Somebody hollered to him — that was his Ma — 
"Run down to camp with this little bitta snack, 
Give it to your brothers, an' hurry right back."

David took the luncheon, and off he hurried,
There he saw the Isra'lites lookin' right worried. 
Asked 'em what's the matter — they pointed to the Prairie —
There he saw a sight to make a elephant scary! 
There he saw Goliath,
     Champion o' Gath,
Howlin' in his anger,
     Roarin' in his wrath;
Stronger than a lion,
     Taller than a tree —
David had to tiptoe to reach to his knee!

"Come on," says the giant, a-ragin' and a-stridin' —
"Drag out your champions from the holes where they're hidin',
Drag out your strong men from underneath their bunks,
And I'll give 'em to the buzzards, an' the lizzards, an' the skunks!"

David heard him braggin', and he said, "I declare,
The great big lummox got 'em buffaloed for fair." 
Goes to the brook, and he picks him out a pebble,
Smooth as a goose-egg an' hard as the debbil. 
Starts for the giant, dancin' on his toes, 
Whirlin' his sling-shot and singin' as he goes — 

"Better get organised, for here I come a-hoppin', 
Time's gettin' short, and hell am a-poppin'. 
Hell am a-poppin' and trouble am a-brewin',
Nothin's going to save you from Big Red Ruin.
Trouble am a-brewin' and Death am distillin' — 
Look out, you Philistine - there's gwine ter be a killin'!"

Giant looks at David an' he lets out a laugh — 
Acts like a tiger bein' sassed by a calf;
Laughs like a hyena, grins from ear to ear, 
Rattles on his armour with his ten-foot spear,
Starts out for David, bangin' and a-clankin' — 
"Come on, l'il infant, you're a-goin' to get a spankin'!" 
David takes his sling-shot, swings it round his head. 
Lets fly a pebble - and the gi'nt drops dead!

                   MORAL

Big men, little men, houses and cars, 
Widders and winders and porcelain jars — 
Nothin' ain't safe from damage an' shocks,
When the neighbourhood chillen gets to slingin' rocks!