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