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 A.M. 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 from A 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 sighs, "Why you sad-me...", 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 growls... "What have I been telling you lame mothers all these years? THE STANDARDS!! YOU GOTTA LEARN THE STANDARDS FIRST!"

As a jazz lover, I can only say:

That was good, Joe.

yup

too funny