Sarah stood upon the bridge On the railing, near the edge The only thing that brought her in Was a book that she had read The novel's name was long since lost Never mind the cost The only thing she could recall Was that the author's name was ford It was written in nineteen ten You could never have met a finer man Worked a farm for fifteen years Just to see if he could He lost his memory in the war He forgot what he was fighting for The only thing he knew for sure His name was ford madox ford Ford madox ford The fattest poet who ever lived His name was ford madox ford Joseph conrad and henry james Were two of the many famous names That fat boy ford could claim To be his bosom friends Then one day conrad said to him I may be climbing out upon a limb But it would help you out my friend If you would lose a little weight Ford madox ford The fattest poet who ever lived His name was ford madox ford