His entry stunned and stole the show
when birth weight left Ma pale.
Although he had a while to go,
more drama would entail!
His mother was a driving force:
his father boxed for pay.
This only child would start to source
his Dream to sing and play.
But first he had to prove his steel,
resist his mother's say,
insist the only deal he'd seal -
to entertain My Way.
He yearned for Stardust, just like Bing,*
his Secret Love to croon
and urge those teenage girls take wing
to Fly Me to the Moon.
Though war years saw his fortunes slide,
his comeback would be strong.
From Stormy Weather, he'd decide
that jazz would fuse with song.
His Rat Pack* look would then emerge -
a swinger hard and loose -
with modern edge, renown would surge,
Ol' Blue Eyes would seduce!
His timeless class would see him soar
from hardship to Blue Skies.
That Old Black Magic struck with awe,
would lure and tantalise.
In Hollywood he'd also chart
a path to boost his name.
With Tender Trap and Young at Heart,
he garnered rich acclaim.
A Man Alone whose melody
gained more and more cachet;*
in politics with Kennedy,
his Star shone Day by Day.
But mobster stain then sadly foiled
and undermined with shame.
Chicago links with crime thus spoiled
all hopes to help campaign.
In Love and Marriage (he'd had four),
his image would ignite
a fanbase that would love him More
like Strangers in the Night.
Through Make Believe he cast a spell
like Witchcraft, armed to charm;
a showman with a tale to tell,
this stud would thrill, disarm.
He wrapped us up in festive glow
with smiles, a Misty tear;
his Mistletoe and Let it Snow
so Tenderly brought cheer.
Philanthropist, an activist
who fought for human rights;
a bon viveur,* perfectionist -
he scaled those dizzy heights!
And Always there, when mood was Blue,
as Side by Side he'd be
a voice From Here to (share with you
for all) Eternity.