Twinkle, twinkle little star,
Why is art so fudging hard?
Up above the world so high,
I can't draw the other eye,
When the blazing sun is gone,
my ideas shine upon.
Then I turn on all the lights.
Twinkle,twinkle,draw all night.
While I'm snoring in the dark,
I can see some tiny sparks,
I notice my hand moves slow,
and I go to bed and so.
While I am trying to sleep,
Drawings through my mind drill deep,
So I couldn't shut my eye,
Til' the sun was in the sky.
When it was no longer dark,
I decided to go to the park.
I didn't know why I was there,
Probably to get fresh air.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
Art is just so fudging