Sam:
He's a short green eyed hunter
In the middle of the night
Fooling all the punters
And aching for a fight
He's forever eating
Hamburgers and sandwiches
Giving ghosts a rock-salt beating
And burning all the witches
Polishing his car
And treating it like a lady
And when I drive it far
He whines just like a baby
Crappy food and cheap motels
Fighting against the wrong
His snoring always gives me hell
Yet this is where I belong
Dean:
Roses are red
And Sammy is blue
We're on a case
And he hasn't a clue
Humans bleed red
And demons do too
But enough with this rhyming
'Cause poetry sucks