Atop a wooden structure, surrounded by green
a Smokin' Skull to lurks, rarely to be seen
With passion and pride, he creates in the dark
fabricating fantastical pieces of art.
Using but thoughts, he cooks up art gold
In the confines of his tree house, like the legends of old
Now some say hes a myth, some say just a story,
but he's real I tell you, in both guts and fine glory.
So don't be afraid, by the telling's at night,
he has but one purpose, bring art to the light.
