Long yellow pencil in my hand
Colored paints and colored sand
Colored pencils and colored chalk
I am to art as 'tick' is to 'tock'
As my brush dances upon the canvas
People can see it as they pass
My beautiful pictures begin to form
Colors of cold and colors of warm
I drew with a pencil a picture of gold
And people stopped, both young and old
They couldn't believe before their eyes
A young new artist was yet to arise
The picture was colored with golden paints
Yellow markers with orange taints
And when it was finished, everyone saw
I was an artist with talent so tall
My pictures were shown 'round the whole state
And soon the whole country didn't wait
My pictures were put into ev'ry museum
And now a famous artist is what I am
I draw pictures now for sale
Sales will profit and never fail
I paint much more to reach demand
I buy more pencils and colored sand
Now all I do is paint, paint, paint
I am treated as a saint
My face will be put in history books
So they see my art and how I look
