The Songwriter
Created | Updated Jul 19, 2010
There lived a man of old
He tried his best to feather his nest
With a song that could be sold
He'd word from dawn to dusk sometimes
And never take a break
And then one day he met a girl
Who baked a sugar cake
Well pretty soon he sold his tune
And made his claim to fame
He asked the girl who baked the cake
If she would share his name
They lived together happily
Just like those folks of old
Behind a tune of moon and June
He found his pot of gold.
-Bob Goya (Robert William Goglia