The poet gained so much acclaim He was shortly a household name His sonnets and ditties Sold to lots of great cities And the crowds all cheered when he came!
A poet once scribed a first line He hoped it would all turn out fine Will Shakespeare he wasn’t He was only a lowly peasant It was so much better than mine!
There was once a man on the moon And coming down, not a moment too soon He exclaimed "Well I never!" I need to get down from here and deliver Moonbeams, by hot air balloon