Myself I'm made of nothing
And my head is stuffed with hay.
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say
Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an also ran.
But my brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man.
He painted scenes of dragons,
Knights in armour, bold and brave.
And show me how to rescue ladies fair.
And I've killed a hundred dragons.
Rescued damsels in distress
And that really isn't bad,
For a man who wasn't there.
Oh, myself I'm made of nothing
And my head is stuffed with hay.
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say.
Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an also ran.
But my brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man.
He's done so much with his fine words
To brighten up our lives.
With his poems of the working man,
Their mothers and their wives.
Had a short life and a sweet one.
Had no time to plot or plan.
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man.
Oh, myself I'm made of nothing
And my head is stuffed with hay.
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say.
Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an also ran
But my brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man.
Oh, myself I'm made of nothing
And my head is stuffed with hay.
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say.
Myself I'm made of nothing
I'm just an also ran
But my brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man.
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