It is only the lines above the fold that count
As Dumas worked his deal a dime a word
No pictures just the three musketeers
Yes the queen's special legion
And Phillip in his mask
And the paper sales sky rocketed

Fingers close tight around the elite
And the legion of words flow
Lamp glow into the night
Drugs bring mind bending
As Paul Revere rowed to ride
..and the Indian maid sung her sad song

While many questioned tiger and lamb
American poets rebel against the common wealth
..and Walt Whitman dies on the deck
Daniel Webster saves the Yankee from the devil
..and friend Poe takes his final drink

It is only the lines above the fold that count
As Dumas worked his deal a dime a word
No pictures just the three musketeers
Yes the queen's special legion
And Phillip in his mask
And the paper sales sky rocketed

Jack calls me, you know we have your obit
The editor loves it
He is going to get some of his poker money back
Your wife will have to pay for it