a song is born...it starts out itty-bitty
the sound survives...enthralls, cause it is pretty
we cherish songs...with love and affection
is it so wrong...takin' them in strange directions ?
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some authors work...some days for fourteen hours
and you can bet...it makes them wanna holler
some authors know...they won't get votes from many
and you best believe...there's some that won't get any
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a bridge, i lack...the chorus is too wordy
this line's too short...the pacin' ain't too sturdy
i feel a fool...why does my muse desert me ?
my songs are bold...but seldom are they dirty
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i write a lot...but not like john a. barry
his list is long...his output's rather scary
i like this job...it gives a chance to needle
plus, i can see...the works of other people
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i hear a song...i'm thinkin', "what a pity"
to twist a tune...and make it quite unpretty
i grab my pen...and dash off a solution
will i get raves...or just get retributions ?
scribblin' junky stuff...junky stuff...to some ditties

i hope you like...if not, i'm in for sorrow
just have to write...a better one tomorrow
this place is cruel...and bad votes make it colder
i'll persevere...my writin' gig's not over
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