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 Through some strange transaction One was printed in the Times And everybody searchin For the king of underground Well they found him down in Florida With a tombstone for a crown
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 bestsellers His poems were turned to songs Had his brother on a talkshow Though they never got along And now he's called immortal Yes he's even taught in school They say he used his talent A most proficient tool
But he left all of his royalties To Spooner his old hound Growin old on steak and bacon In a dog house ten feet 'round And everybody wonders Did he really lose his mind No, he was just a poet Who lived before his time He was just a poet Who lived before his time
