Snoozy The Cat's Where It's At!

Where can a cat jammer

Ever get some rest?

Some called him The King

Cause he’s better than best!

That was the word

From the woozys round here,

As they ate a late breakfast

At Doozy’s Delight with hot coffee very near!

“He told me that, too!”

Cried the sax wolf Moozy.

“Why, that cat hit the horn for hours,

And then his headache was a doozy at Doozy’s!”

“Oh, that’s not all,”

Was Groozy on guitar’s reply.

Now she was quite the armadillo,

With solos that reached the very sky!

“Yeah, yeah, I saw that cat Snoozy,

His trumpet didn’t stop.

All night and all night—

I thought my eardrums would pop!”

Doozy’s Delight was Snoozy’s delight,

But that cat was nowhere to be found.

And Hoozy on the drums and Coozy on the vibes

Was worried their horn guy just wasn’t around!

You see, for those at Doozy’s

With their coffee and breakfast past three,

It was way more than music and pancakes and joe.

They were friends, and friends for all their world to see.

“So, what is up with Snoozy?”

Asked Hoozy and Coozy, both worried as they sat at the counter.

Hoozy was a raccoon and Coozy an opossum, and

Rarely seen in the same jazz cat encounter.

Yet friends were friends

For all their music world to see,

So Hoozy and Coozy wondered and wondered some more:

Where could Snoozy be?

There just had to be an answer

And it came from the squirrel pianist named Foozy.

Mr. Foozy knew the feeling of being misunderstood—

After all, he was so tired of being called Foodie!

It was Foozy, not Foodie, he reminded them over and again,

As Doozy’s clock approached morning hour number four.

He’d be the one to set the record straight for Snoozy.

Why, he’d seen that cat’s routine before!

“Alright, alright, Moozy and Groozy,

And you, too, Hoozy and Coozy, listen here!

I know we’re all worried about our good friend Snoozy,

But think about his name, and our jazz friend will reappear!”

“Foodie, no I mean Foozy, what on earth do you mean?”

Asked Moozy the wolf on the sax.

“You’re telling us his name will tell us where he is?

That’s not how it is—we want just the facts!”

“Moozy, you want it straight, and I will tell it straight!”

Shot back Foozy with a loud squirrel piano roar.

All the gang at Doozy’s had heard his soaring keyboard solos,

And, oh yes, they’d also heard Foozy’s soaring temper before.

“Moozy, my sax man Moozy,

Why do you think his name is Snoozy, do you really know?”

“I really don’t know,” Mr Moozy replied,

“But we’ll all believe you if you tell us so.”

It was now an awesome time for Miss LaNuzzy,

Every jazz animal’s favorite waitress at Doozy’s,

To refill their bottomless jazz coffee cups

So that Foozy could set Moozy straight on Snoozy.

Foozy on piano then continued his story

With Groozy, Hoozy, Coozy, and Moozy gathered round.

And what they heard really, really made sense

For a jazz cat trumpeter that just couldn’t be found.

“Hey, look,” Foozy said, “I saw it myself,

On a front porch far away from here.

That cat named Snoozy—why, he was sound asleep

On a lounge chair, with jazz humans that were near!

“Now, Groozy and Hoozy, check this out—

The jazz humans didn’t see it with their own eyes!

They’d drive in and out, with their garage door up and down,

But Snoozy was Snoozy, what a dang surprise!

“Would you believe it, Coozy and Moozy?

That jazz cat didn’t hear a thing!

After jamming that horn all night and all night,

Snoozy was Snoozy, and that was the thing!”

The coffee kept flowing thanks to Miss LaNuzzy,

So, Mr Sax Man Moozy caught a second wind.

Moozy was Moozy, and that wasn’t groovy.

“Man, Foozy, I do not believe you again!”

“Mr Moozy, Mr Moozy, thank you so much

For getting my squirrel piano name right.

But the more things change, the more you remain the same,

Especially with more coffee at Doozy’s Delight!”

“Mr Foozy, Mr Foozy,” countered the sax man himself,

“I do not believe you at all!

A jazz cat on a jamming horn that sleeps on a front porch--

Man, you’ll have to prove a tale that tall!”

“You want proof?” asked the jazz piano squirrel.

“Why, yes I do!” replied the wolf on the sax.

So, they all paid their tab to Miss LaNuzzy at Doozy’s

And went off in the night for the facts.

It took a heck of a lot for Groozy and Miss LaNuzzy

To not say what they were feeling.

Jazz boys will be jazz boys, but the jazz girls weren't going there!

Miss Guitar Armadillo still came along, for it was appealing.

So, off they went, Groozy, Moozy, and Hoozy

And Coozy and Foozy as well,

To learn the truth of the jazz legend Snoozy.

Only time and a silent trumpet would tell.

Yes, oh yes, they were quite a site,

Five jazzy animals leaving an all-night diner:

A wolf, armadillo, raccoon, and opossum,

Plus a squirrel just to make things finer!

The one and only Mr Moozy

Led the wolf saxophone way,

As his guitar, drums, vibes, and piano friends

Sought out Mr. Snoozy that day.

And there the mighty jazz trumpeter was,

Quite asleep and snoring loudly on the porch.

The wolf on the sax knew he was wrong,

But his Foozy friend didn’t start an “I told you so!” chorus.

Yes, Snoozy was Snoozy after a long, long night

And stayed Snoozy as Snoozy can be.

There was no way to wake that cat with the horn,

For the proof was there for all to see.

But there were also jazz humans that were now awake, and

Not ready to start another day.

They sure weren’t ready for an animal sextet

When their young children would soon be at play.

“What do you mean, a stray cat is sleeping outside?”

An impatient mother did howl.

“No, darling, you can’t keep him or bring him inside,

And what are those other animals on the prowl!”

The father was very worried, as dads often are

About scratches and bites that could happen.

But these were just creatures that jammed music together,

And a jazz cat that was just nappin’.

This looked like a job for a guitarist named Groozy,

So, the jazz armadillo took the lead

And belted out, “Snoozy, wake up Snoozy, please,

Before we’re all gone!” she did plead.

Could it be too little, too late

With the city truck coming into view?

But our guitar lady wasn’t done!

Stepping up, she knew just what to do.

But what would you do if you had a job to do

And you saw an armadillo start to speak,

With a wolf, raccoon, opossum, cat, and a squirrel:

Would you hear jazz, or would you hear a total freak?

Thank goodness, they heard animals sprinting away

And a cat that was rousted from his bed.

They didn’t hear children that heard what the animals said—

About jazz, and caring, and friends with more heart than head.

These are the things where miracles of music are made,

That this family made their way to Doozy’s Delight

And the little ones asked about the jazz animal sextet

That ate there after jamming all night.

Soon on a Friday night before school began

At a concert with the riverfront near,

A wolf, armadillo, raccoon, and opossum

Joined a sleepy cat and squirrel, as two children did cheer.

Saxophone, guitar, drums, and vibes

Joined forces with a sleepy trumpet

And a piano, and those kids could tell

That sextet didn’t just play, they could pump it!

As the applause settled down, and the family left the river town,

Six animals came back to Doozy’s Delight.

The sextet didn’t know, in a back seat way below,

Two children were almost falling asleep for the night.

The younger brother whispered to his sister, “Snoozy the Cat’s really where it’s at!”

And she replied, “You know, I think Elton John might agree.”

He asked her, “Elton, who’s Elton?” and big sister offered, “You know him now.

You just saw him through a sextet, and they made new friends for all the world to see.”