Poets will go on and on
They have the stamina to fight
After all the rest have gone
Some praise Chaucer, some praise Donne
Living rivals are heaped with spite
Poets will go on and on
Being brief is seldom done
They drone their woes into the night
After all the rest have gone
"Publishing is one big con
The money making grip's too tight"
Poets will go on and on
Booker, Costa, Orange won,
For novelists the future's bright
After all the rest have gone
They argue over who should write
They have the stamina to fight
Poets will go on and on
After all the rest have gone