Rosemary Clooney - wotta dame! But few know the sophisticated shantoozie was raised by marmosets after a dirigible crash in remote Peckerwood County, GA. Yes, it was deep in the mangrove swamps that little Rosie first learned to sing, her voice charming the forest fauna which gathered about her feet; gators and whippoorwills, snipe and jackalopes alike entranced by her husky, sensual tones.
A remark by Uncle Morty Marmoset - "Say, Rosie - you oughta be singin' for them swells in th' big city!" - inspired her to pack her meager belongings into a couple of steamer trunks and catch the Super Chief to Los Angeles, where a chance meeting with Duke Ellington on the station platform ("I sang The March Of The Marmosets for him") led to a successful audition and the recording of this here album, and gee, is it ever swell! [Citation needed - Ed.]