Myself I made of nothing
And my head is stuffed with hay.
But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that's what they say

Myself I made of nothing

I'm just an also-ran
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man


He painted scenes of dragons,
Knights in armour, bold and brave.

And show me how they rescue ladies fair.
And I killed a hundred dragons.
Rescue damsels in distress

And that really wasn't bad,
For a man who wasn't fair.


Oh, myself I made of nothing,
My head is stuffed with hay.
But my brother was a poet,

Or at least that's what they say.

Myself I made of nothing.

I'm just an also-ran,
My brother was a poet,
And a very special kind of man.


He's done so much with his fine words
To brighten up our lives.

With his poems of the working man,
Their mothers and there wifes.
Had a short life and a sweet one.

Had no time to plot a plan
My brother was a poet
And a very special kind of man.


Oh, myself I made of nothing,
My head is stuffed with hay.

But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say.


Myself I made of nothing.
I'm just an also-ran,
My brother was a poet

And a very special kind of man

Oh, myself I made of nothing,

My head is stuffed with hay,
But my brother was a poet,
Or at least that's what they say.


Myself I made of nothing.
I'm just an also-ran,

My brother was a poet,
And a very special kind of man.