Lyrics

He once had a job, writing full-time, with a by line
Now he likes to kvetch, and makes much more from windows and doors.

The littles must think that his schtick is remarkably great.
If he begs for Kind Bars then everyone sends him a crate

Now mailbag is here, we send in notes, read for you folks
He'll laugh at a few, then sell us more windows and doors