Оригинален текст
I see some paint, some clay, some chalk, I wonder what I'll do
I can make an elephant, a horse, a dog, a shoe
I might imagine something large or tiny as can be
Or some find strange and starry shapes that's in the sky or sea
I might do something very wide, or something very tall
I might draw what's in front of me or what's not there at all
If I decide to finish it I'll hang it up to see
But even if it flies away, it's still inside of me