Going hunting for some poets br The ones with bite and teeth br And when I find their tracks br I’ll rest a while beneath br And let their understanding br Sink deep into my bones br It could be from Mr.Homer br Or that man Mr. Jones. br And when I’ve caught a posse br Of ten maybe a score br I’ll stand them to attention br And sing them loud a loud Ohm’s law br Then we’ll sail a sailing galleon br And roam the seven seas br With thunder in the main sail br We’ll make good time with ease br With Mr. Ohm as Captain br We’ll seek the devils lair br And blind him in the light br And drag him by his hair br We’ll bury him far at sea br In fathoms blue and deep br And when he’s laid to rest br We won’t lose a wink of sleep br We won’t need a.45 br Or blood upon a sword br And if I end up in court br I’ll plead 'guilty yes my Lord', br We took his ghostly fashion br And buried it deep at sea br So one more of your hearts br Shall ever more be free br For when we cast him out br Into the watery deep br Not a single poet amongst us br Did stand there and did weep br For they all know with reason br Just where the devil hides br In the shadows of illusion br Where selfishness resides br So Sir we all plead guilty br And would do it yet again br To free one more Soul from sorrow br From the devil’s heartless reign.