(Sung to the tune of “Beast of Burden”)
I write for kids, and now I’m hurtin’.I think of words and find my mind ain’t workin’
Kid’s books are for parents and their money will foresee…
I want them all to buy my pagesI know the words will live for ages
Even though my body died
It’s been in formaldehyde.
Can I spell enough?I know that can be ruff.
I know that Mick can’t strut
To get me out, get me out, get me out
Of bad Goodreads.
I’ll always write with extreme exertionAnd it’s for kids which could become a diversion
From the book I wrote that only said I was a huge druggy.
Kiddy, kiddy, kiddy, kiddy, it is BabylonAs soon as my daughter hits it big, we’ll own Amazon
Come on baby, can’t you see through to me…