Frame your chosen urban scene to fit your chosen paper
 And groan and sigh and wonder why you chose to start this caper
 Unfold your brand new canvas chair then move it twice a minute
 Postpone the start until your heart and soul are sort of in it

 Get out your pens and pastel sticks old crayons plastic mac
 Boards brushes rubbers breakfast lunch a foil-wrapped home-baked snack
 And several jumpers put them on and take them off and fold them
 If people ask to see some pictures tell them that you sold them

 Sketch the skyline swoon and do some stretches maybe vape
 Beat artist’s block by 4 o'clock and buildings might take shape
 With wrong perspective crazy angles paint in lumps and runny
 Don’t cry with shame perhaps exclaim gosh this one turned out funny

 You've made a thing that wasn't there fantastic make another
 And share it way beyond your favourite cousin and your mother
 The sketchers say your work is art your friends will rarely mock it
 Your hand and eye need practice but your bottom needs a rocket