This is a short story I tell you in haste
That of a boy who loved paintings
He was born of a bucket mother and a legless cripple dad
Forsaken quickly in the depths of a gutter
Took in with regards by a sad tinker
The boy learned soon this respectable job
Sorting, recycling, throwing
Here is the life of this kind boy
Someday he send in the corner of paper
that a contest is given for M. Tim Burton
Of course you know ! This brilliant Artist !
Go on, hurry up, salute the great man !