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My Favorite Artist

My wife made me go to an art show
The last place I wanted to be
'Cause Sunday's are made
For sleepin' on the couch
With a football game on TV

Well, I looked at all of the paintings
And I guess that I liked them O.K.
But if you were to ask me
Which one I liked most
Well, none of those artists
Even came close...to

My Favorite Artist
Well, she just turned four
And her paintings hang
On our refrigerator door... she paints
Mommy and daddy
And her big brother too
And she signs every one
"I love you"

Four orange stick figures with smiles
And a bright crayon sun, now that's art!
It doesn't take much of an expert
To know that it's straight from the heart...of

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Though she's anything but a Saint
She can work miracles with fingerpaint...she's

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(c)Handler/Gundell