Saxon Ami in the morning
Tin Pan Alley afternoon
Making mischief in the evening
At night larking like a loon
Surfing serpents on the Elster
Where the house is red and blue
There’s no more Saxon Ami
He’s Mojo Risin’ broke on through
Say Sachsen Ami if you please sir
He’s revised in guise and ken
Happily scribbling at his leisure
Feigning fiction with his pen
