Virginia Woolf

She leaves me cold

I recognize the genius

But I'm twice as bold



I have more to say

Than Hemingway

Lord knows, compared to Faulker

I say it in a better way



Graham Greene

He loves me

He loves my poetic

Sensibility



Katherine Anne Porter

Might be the best one now

But in about a year

I'm gonna show her how



Yes I will



Said to Reeves the other day

Proust really is the man

Who comforts me in a way

No other writer can



The timeless quality of the work

The length! Is very long

Believe me Marcel Proust goes on

And on and on and on. 7 volumes



Oh, Harper. Harper

Lee. Lee. Lee

She only wrote that one book

I've written more than three



Darling Tennessee Williams

It's anybody's guess

Why "Streetcar" made millions

And "Wedding" so much less



I will forever be pondering that one



Oh, Harper. Harper

Lee. Lee. Lee

Why do they always compare her to me

To me



Won't even talk about

Eudora Welty

As for F. Scott, my Sad Cafe

Is greater than his Gatsby

I'm just telling you

What someone told me they read

I never look at my reviews

They might give me the big head

Now Truman Capote was hypnotized

Mesmerized. Cause he realized

That I knew that he knew

That he had plagiarized



My cadences!

Imagine his surprise,

You'll see it in his eyes

When I win that Nobel Prize



Thank you. Thank you so very much



Harper. Harper

Lee. Lee. Lee

Why do they always compare her to me

To me



She always seems to be receiving

More than she deserves

Honey, she's poaching on

My literary preserves



Yes from Harper Lee

We have seen and we've heard and

I'd like to kill more than just

That mocking bird



You know, sometimes I really would

So you just wait until next year