The Romantic Poets

[William Wordsworth]
Yeah
Ooh

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd
Yeah

[Lord Byron]
Wordsworth, though I rate your nature hot take
Go riff on a cliff or go jump in a lake
You may be inspired by your environ
But I write about me, the scandalous Byron

[John Keats]
My name is Keats, I got all the right beats
Like Wordsworth I like the nightingale tweets
I'm not as posh as them and that's a big concern
But I wrote an "Ode to a Grecian Urn"

Beauty is truth, and truth is beauty

[Byron]
You're just a Cockney oik

[Keats]
No need to be snooty

[All]
Nature is a crazy mama

[Keats]
The key to life and all its drama

[Wordsworth]
Romantics love to get the feels

[Byron]
We imagine big, we don't keep it real

You're an awful writer

[Keats]
Your epic tales are lame
They're all about your ego

[Byron]
You're just jealous of my fame

[Keats]
You don't have to struggle, there's no fire in your belly

[Byron]
I leave that stuff to Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Percy Bysshe Shelley]
Let's change the world, our poetry sings
Of dangerous power of queens and kings
Men must assert their rights to grow

[Byron]
But don't forget the ladies

[Mary Shelley]
Hello

[All]
Romantics love to get the feels

[Byron]
We imagine big, we don't keep it real

[Keats]
I died ignored, they were gigantic

[PB Shelley]
Now how about we hear from a New Romantic

[M Shelley]
My story will blow you away
I'm Mary Shelley and here's what I say
On a holiday in Lake Geneva
We got a bad storytelling fever

[Byron]
Talking at night of tales that affect us
Frightening fables of ghosts and spectres

[M Shelley]
One terrifying story of mine
Inspired me to write "Frankenstein"

[Byron]
That scary monster is your claim to fame

[M Shelley]
Yeah, and people still think Frankenstein was the monster's name

[All]
Romantics love to get the feels

[Byron]
We imagine big, we don't keep it real
I was like a rock star hero

[Wordsworth, PB Shelley, M Shelley]
We had fame too, but Keats got zero

[Keats]
25, I died of TB

[PB Shelley]
I was 29 when I drowned at sea

[Byron]
I lived to 36 but that was it for me

[M Shelley]
And I was dead by 53

[Wordsworth]
Unlike them I was late and great-y
Lived to the ripe old age of 80
Life is short and cruel and frantic
Nature lives on

[All]
That's so Romantic