There was a man some years ago
With frizzy hair and whisper low
On television, he found fame
Bob Ross became a household name
He painted streams, the clouds, the trees
In this milieu he lived in ease
His life was spent in front of canvas
Through dabs of paint he brought much gladness
Infectious joy was such a fixture
Believed we all could paint a picture
With visions in our minds and heart
Such freedom found in making art!
Inspired world to pick up brush
Sweet puffy clouds, and fields so lush
Those mountains carved with palette knife
Respect for nature brought to life
He never judged, he motivated
His motto was so plainly stated
There’s nothing that you can’t achieve
If in yourself, you just believe!
I think we all know what he meant
Mistakes are happy accidents!
His legacy lives on creating
A world that finds such joy in painting!