The Nits
Paper
I went out this morning to paint a tree
When I met David Hockney

Next to him was mister Monet
White suit
White hat

"Hurry up, hurry up" said Cézanne
The light will be gone
Before the work is done

We were innocent
Impressionists
We were like paper
White paper

In the room the women came and went
Talking about Vincent