Painter, sculptor, of precious works of art
Sculptures and Architect, is where begins the part
Of us like him, poet a bit, painter with brush in hand
Yes we and Sherwin Williams are artist in demand
Mike's hands would paint the ceilings, of Sistine Chapel high
On scaffolds made of wood, attempt on ladder try
To paint a masterpiece on wall and ceilings in my home
Yes us and can of Glidden, a place we call our own
A stroke of genius begins the work we have ahead today
Before of us lay crown moldings and vast walls I'd say
Hours on end and days will take to paint a masterpiece
Before we set down our paintbrush to sit and stare in peace
We'll splatter paint both here and there on coverall we wear
Yet in the end all will be well as through this work we'll tear
A piece maybe not master yet disaster we will leave
On floors we failed to cover, for them family will grieve
You see though painter we are not that's why we wrote this one
A man clearly greater than us is Michel's work bar none
