Vincent van Gogh
Here we go round the mulberry bush
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush
On a cold and frosty morning
A nursery rhyme I can still remember
Tells us about the daily things we do
This is the way we wash our clothes
Dry our hands, mend our shoes
It carries on until we run out of things
The mulberry tree by Van Gogh
Such charming autumn painting
With orange and brown leaves
Rocky terrain, blue skies
Greens, browns, mustards
It always gives me a pleasure
Just by looking and admiring it
I wish I could paint like him
This is my own mulberry tree
Spent a lot of time underneath it
With thoughts, asleep or lettering
By myself or with close friends
Whispering our secrets
The tree bearing witness
