Washington Was a Poet

Washington was a poet,
And better than I,
And I'd like to tell you his story—
For why shouldn't I?

Now, it wasn't during his lifetime
That his poems he did write;
It wasn't until after he died,
And was gone out of sight.

He'd lie in the grave,
He'd lie in his tomb,
Crafting poem after poem
In the dark and the gloom.

Decades passed,
Centuries too—
Washington was still pouring out poems,
Like he'd never be through.

Then one day,
In the dark of the night,
Gravediggers came calling,
Wondering if George was all right.

They dug ten feet down,
Then another twenty feet,
And they dug up his grave,
Thinking that was kind of neat.

And there lay Washington,
Alone in his tomb,
And beside him was a stack of poetry—
Enough to fill up a room.

The gravediggers became famous
When they published all his poetry,
And now everyone reads it
From sea to shining sea.