He was a famous unknown painter
Who couldn’t paint a thing
He bred a type of honeybee
That really loved to sting
He only ever volunteered
Every fourth leap year
And when the visitors scored a goal
He made a mighty cheer
He filled his bouncy castle
With a couple tons of rocks
He wore a polka-dotted suit
With orange checkered socks
And on his hundredth birthday
They asked him what to make
He said “I’d like one candle—
and a hundred birthday cakes.”