An old rooster, getting ready to retire from his gig
on the farm, invites some up-and-coming young
roosters to audition for the choice gig.
The first young rooster shows up, and scats Dizzy's
Groovin' High solo. Nothing happens. The sun doesn't rise. No dogs bark. The next young rooster steps up, and does Bird's solo on Night In Tunisia,
and still nothing happens. A third, quite pompous rooster comes up, and scats Trane's Giant Steps solo. Nothing. No rising sun. No barking dogs.
Finally, the old rooster says, "Why you sad-SOB's...", clears
his throat, gives a little cough, and cries out, "COCK A DOODLE DO...COCK A DOODLE DO!" The sun rises!
Dogs start barking! The farmer wakes up! The old rooster
looks at the younger ones, and shouts...
"I'VE BEEN TELLING YOU SORRY MOTHER#%&@*+S FOR
YEARS! THE STANDARDS!! YA GOTTA LEARN THE
STANDARDS FIRST!!!"
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