I once knew a poet
Who lived before his time
He and his dog spooner
Would listen while
he'd rhyme
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 through some
strange transaction
One was printed in the times
And everybody's searchin'
For the king
of underground
Well they found him down in Florida
With a tombstone for a
crown
Everybody knows a line
From his book that cost four ninety-nine
I wonder if
he knows he's doin'
Quite this fine
'cause his books are all best sellers
And his
poems were turned to song
Had his brother on a talk show
Though they never got along
And
now he's called immortal
Yes he's even taught in school
They say he used his talents
A
most proficient tool
But he left all of his royalties
To spooner his ol'
hound
Growin' old on steak and bacon
In a doghouse 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
