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 !
