Sculptor waited for his muse
He'd been there half the day
"I wish that she would hurry up
I've got bills to pay"
It was to be his masterpiece
For everyone to admire
And he planned to sell it on
So that he could retire
But she didn't show at his studio
So sculptor started to knock
And hammer and chisel, caress and shape
A three foot piece of rock
The result was truly wonderful
Full of charm and grace
A virtuoso piece of art
The most rapturous, beautiful face
But then the strangest thing occurred
The face had come to life
And its mouth opened, spoke to him
Now put away your knife
I'm not yours to bang and smash
I'm not yours to own
And in a flash of granite ash
The sculptor turned to stone
The moral? Don't take for granted
What was only yours on lease
You're likely to be turned into
Your very own masterpiece
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