Spencer  Hanson Randy  Hanson
I'm  sorry  I  can't  help  you  bird. I’m  just  the  me  you  see.

I  cannot  paint  a  feast  for  you. Oh!  what  good can  I  be?
Some  cotton balls for dinosaur,

Just  then  she  saw  her  simple  shapes had  beauty  past  her  skill.
She  did  not  ever  want  to  rest. So  much  to  do  here  still.
When  morning  came  she  woke  and  saw, was  greeted  by  the  sun.
Her  lines  and  shapes were  so  much  more. Her  masterpiece was  done.
