Who is this man dressed in black
And the words he throws around
Some he rhymes and others don't
He pleases himself that way
The things about which he writes
Could be something near and dear
Then again, on the other hand
Could be nonsense brought to life
Some are meant to elicit tears
Cause story told of sadness
Others to bring tears of joy
With lots of laughter to follow
Some tales of fairies and elves
And others of hell's damnation
There's cats chasing foxes
And Grim Reapers reaping
Of holding up ice cream vans
And stories of love that are true
So many tales he's written
Who is this man dressed in black
And the words he throws around