The Joint Is Jumpin' - A Poem

[I cannot apologize enough to the spirit of Fats Waller]

They have a new sustenance, one they brought home just today.
They tell me that the butcher shop had this on display.
To say that it smells tasty, well, let nobody doubt.
That juicy cut looks oh so good, then I heave a barking shout:

The joint is jumpin'; it's started bumpin'!
Look out, dogs! It acts like frogs!
This joint is really jumpin'!

And now it's movin'! It really is groovin'!
This here cut just slapped my butt!
Good god! The joint is jumpin'!

Get the pug to guard the door,
Make sure you are so cautious.
Keep you four feet on the floor,
And please don't get nauseous!

The chop is flyin'!
The poodle's cryin'!
We all bark at this fleshy snark!
Lan' sakes, the joint is jumpin'!

[talking]
Get that meat! Yeah!
Grab that joint, son!
Ow! Oh my! Hey!

Don't you step on that, it's my lunch!
Where'd they get this thing at?
Why, it's slapping at my knees.

Hey, get that cat out of here!
Yeah! Get rid of that tabby!
Get out of here, kitty!
It's a dog place, you!

Ha! That joint just beat up on it!
Ha ha! Yeah!
Now we're gonna eat it ...

Hey, biped, right now!
Won't you come over here right now!
Sure, let's grab it!

[singing]
The joint is jumpin', the walls it's bumpin'!
Every hound has pledged and bound
We'll stop that joint from jumpin'!

Hey, no time for woofin', that meat is hoofin'.
Look at that! With marbled fat,
That joint is really jumpin'!

Look out! Get your pig ears, then begin,
Get that joint in the kitchen!
Push that chop into the pan!
Just look at how it's twitchin' ...

Ah, mercy, don't stint the flour,
Up the power.
What a waste if we do not baste.
Uh oh, the joint's still jumpin'!

[talking]
Give me that wood spoon, slap, slap, slap, slap!