Classic Poem

Yes, I'm the Shagbark County Bard. An' so you come to see
How I attained my wide renown an' popularity?
I ain't no flower to blush unseen, an' I don't crawl, yer see,
A poor unreco'nized galoot to all eternity.

The Shagbark County Clarion wouldn't take a word I wrote,
Its editor's a ignorant, uneducated goat;
If I'd been a common genius, I'd a languished on unknown —
But I ain't no wilted violet to droop beneath a stone.

So I got a man to write to him, " If he would kindly print
That most transcendent piece of verse known as " The Demon's Hint." "
So I got a man to send it in — I had it in my frock —
" I send " The Demon's Hint," " he wrote, " by Mr. John P. Jock. "

The editor he printed it, the author's name and all.
Next week an old subscriber asked for " Lines on Early Fall. "
Another fellow sent them in, an' wrote, " I've always held
These lines on " Fall" by John P. Jock are surely unexcelled. "

Next week a fellow asked him for " The Mystery of the Stars, "
A piece " that had consoled his life through many jolts an' jars. "
I got a man to send it in — as reg'lar as a clock —
Who wrote, " I send these wondrous words by Mr. John P. Jock. "

Next day he got a postal card that gave his soul a shock,
" Cut down your editorials and publish more of Jock. "
" Give us more Jock, " the words came up from all parts of the State,
" More poetry by John P. Jock, a man supremely great. "

So I'm the Shagbark County Bard; an' now, my friend, you see
How I attained my wide renown an' popularity.
I ain't no flower to blush unseen, an' I don't crawl, yer see,
A poor unreco'nized galoot to all eternity.