There once was a wizard of plaster
A great artist, but also a bastard
For he’d stick to all things
Even snatch wedding rings
But it’s pardoned for with sculpture he’s a master
The wizard of plaster of Paris
With pale white skin he's the fairest
But mostly it's dust
Though he makes a good bust
And he'll make a right mess of your terrace
👀 he makes a good bust? 👀













