I instructed, "Make a song about master trapper, Paul Dobbins, his wise and kind father Charles, his lure Backbreaker and piles of trapped beavers, that were flooding North Carolina roads."

ChatGPT
Verse 1
In the heart of North Carolina, where the rivers run free,
Lived a master trapper, as skilled as could be.
Paul Dobbins was his name, a legend far and wide,
With a heart of gold, and a father's guiding light by his side.

Chorus
Oh, Paul Dobbins, master of the wild,
With Backbreaker in hand, and a spirit so mild.
Trapping beavers, saving roads from the flood,
With wise Charles beside him, in their bond of blood.

Verse 2
Charles, his father, wise and kind,
Taught Paul the ways of nature, with an open mind.
Together they would roam, through the forests and streams,
Turning dreams into reality, with beavers in their schemes.

Chorus
Oh, Paul Dobbins, master of the wild,
With Backbreaker in hand, and a spirit so mild.
Trapping beavers, saving roads from the flood,
With wise Charles beside him, in their bond of blood.

Bridge
With Backbreaker, the lure, crafted so fine,
Beavers couldn't resist, they'd follow the line.
From flooded roads to clear paths anew,
Paul and Charles, their legend grew.

Verse 3
Piles of trapped beavers, their work was done,
North Carolina's roads, safe for everyone.
A legacy of trapping, passed down with care,
Paul and Charles, a legendary pair.

Chorus
Oh, Paul Dobbins, master of the wild,
With Backbreaker in hand, and a spirit so mild.
Trapping beavers, saving roads from the flood,
With wise Charles beside him, in their bond of blood.

Outro
So here's to Paul and Charles, in the Carolina sun,
Their story of trapping, a tale of hard work and fun.
With Backbreaker’s lure and a bond so strong,
The Dobbins’ legacy, will carry on.

Keith

Obviously fiction.

I've drank some of his spirits and they aren't mild at all !

"Make a song about master trapper, Paul Dobbins drinking his excellent home made wine and strong spirits with Ken, who is known as the great White17 at a trappers convention."

It obviously learned about Paul from the previous request.

ChatGPT
Verse 1
In the heart of Carolina, where the rivers run free,
Lived a master trapper, as skilled as could be.
Paul Dobbins was his name, known far and wide,
Not just for his trapping, but his spirits on the side.

Chorus
Oh, Paul Dobbins, with his homemade wine,
Sipping strong spirits, feeling so fine.
With Ken the Great, by his side,
Sharing tales and laughter, in the evening tide.

Verse 2
Ken, the Great, a friend so true,
Together with Paul, they knew just what to do.
From trapping beavers to crafting brew,
Their bond grew stronger with every sip they knew.

Chorus
Oh, Paul Dobbins, with his homemade wine,
Sipping strong spirits, feeling so fine.
With Ken the Great, by his side,
Sharing tales and laughter, in the evening tide.

Bridge
By the firelight, they'd toast to their feats,
Talking of the wild, and life’s simple treats.
Homemade wine, and spirits so strong,
Paul and Ken, where they belonged.

Verse 3
In the evening glow, their laughter rang,
Songs of the past, the tales they sang.
With every sip, their friendship grew,
Paul and Ken, a legendary crew.

Chorus
Oh, Paul Dobbins, with his homemade wine,
Sipping strong spirits, feeling so fine.
With Ken the Great, by his side,
Sharing tales and laughter, in the evening tide.

Outro
So here's to Paul and Ken, in the Carolina night,
Masters of the wild, and spirits so right.
With homemade wine and stories to share,
Their legacy lives on, in the cool night air.

Keith

LOL !!!!!!

Ken The Great ...sort of like The Great One, as Mark Levin is called in quiet awe.

Sir Ken... Mean As Nails

Made me think of a couple of winos under a bridge toasting their feet and drinking sneaky Pete.





Bridge
By the firelight, they'd toast to their feats,
Talking of the wild, and life’s simple treats.
Homemade wine, and spirits so strong,
Paul and Ken, where they belonged.

"Write a song about winos under a bridge, drinking sneaky pete, dreaming of better days, before they lost all their money when they listened to a stock tip from Jbyrd."

ChatGPT
Verse 1
Underneath the bridge, where the shadows grow long,
There sit the winos, humming a sorrowful song.
With bottles of Sneaky Pete, dreams in their eyes,
They think of better days, before their demise.

Chorus
Oh, under the bridge, where the memories fade,
Drinking Sneaky Pete, in the cool evening shade.
They dream of the days, when their lives were bright,
Before they listened to Jbyrd, and lost it all one night.

Verse 2
Jbyrd had a tip, said it couldn't go wrong,
They bet all their money, believed in his song.
But the market crashed, their fortunes took flight,
Now they're under the bridge, in the cold moonlight.

Chorus
Oh, under the bridge, where the memories fade,
Drinking Sneaky Pete, in the cool evening shade.
They dream of the days, when their lives were bright,
Before they listened to Jbyrd, and lost it all one night.

Bridge
They talk of the past, of the wealth they once knew,
Of dreams that they had, and the plans they pursued.
With every sip, they remember the fall,
From riches to rags, they lost it all.

Verse 3
Yet in their hearts, a spark still remains,
A hope for the future, despite all the pains.
They raise their bottles, to better days ahead,
Even under the bridge, where their dreams are not dead.

Chorus
Oh, under the bridge, where the memories fade,
Drinking Sneaky Pete, in the cool evening shade.
They dream of the days, when their lives were bright,
Before they listened to Jbyrd, and lost it all one night.

Outro
So here's to the winos, with dreams still alive,
Under the bridge, where they struggle and strive.
With Sneaky Pete in hand, and hope in their gaze,
They'll find their way back, to brighter days.

Keith

I like it !! Captures Paul's persona perfectly !!


"It ain't such a long drop
Don't stammer don't stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk
To the dirt in the gutter"

John Prine

These are great! LOL