Yup, it’s cold, and in the St. Nick of time
Let’s beef up your playing, ain’t no crime
While you’re stressing about shopping, what a pain
And worrying, will it get here, that damn supply chain
And whether a bluesman, jazzer or punk rocker
A masterclass is always the perfect stuffing stocker
And think, just a quick click or two…basically taskless
You can get the perfect gift, all while you’re maskless
You gotta go deep, hear for yourself, commit
To help you understand, solve the mystery of it
This will give foundation, allow you to play without fear
And spend the next year relying on your trusty ear
So it’s time, you’re grown up enough for one of those chats
And reveal the whole truth, the story of the birds and the b-flats
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