I once knew a poet who lived before his time He and his dog Spooner would listen as he'd rhyme Words to make you happy and words to make you cry And then one day the poet suddenly did die.
But he left behind a closet filled with verse and rhymes And through some strange transaction One was printed in the Times And everybody's searching for the king of underground They found him down in Florida with a tombstone for a crown.
And everybody knows a line from his books that cost $4.99 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 They 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 old hound Growing old on steak and bacon in his doghouse ten feet 'round And everybody wonders did he really lose his mind No, he was just a poet who lived before his time Yes, he was just a poet who lived before his time.