English poem
The American Songster, Song
by Anonymous
What is a poet, Sir? you, Sir? no Sir!— 'Tis this, Sir, I'd have you to know— Constantly writing, Sir, And his nails biting, Sir, Oh, he's a wondrous fellow!
Now in the garret, Sir—high, Sir—high, Sir! Now in the cellar below; Sunshine and vapour, Sir— Pen, ink, and paper, Sir. Oh, he's a wondrous fellow!
His pockets to fill, Sir—still, Sir—still, Sir— His noddle he empties— O ho! Scribbling and scrawling, Sir, Starting and bawling, Oh, he's a wondrous fellow!