I once knew a poet, who lived before his time
He and his dog Spooner, who listened while he rhymed
Words to make ya happy, words to make you cry
Then one day the poet suddenly did die
But he left behind a closet, filled with verse and rhyme
And everybody knows the lines
From his book that costs $4.99
And I wonder if he knows he's doin
Quite this fine
Cause his books are all best sellers, his poems were turned to songs