Children and Art

You would have liked him
 Mama, you would
 Mama, he makes things
 Mama, they're good
 Just as you said from the start
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 He should be happy
 Mama, he's blue
 What do I do?
 You should have seen it
 It was a sight
 Mama, I mean it
 All color and light
 I don't understand what it was
 But, mama, the things that he does
 They twinkle and shimmer and buzz
 You would have liked them
 It
 Him
 Henry... Oh, Henry... Henry...
 It's George, grandmother.
 Of course it is.
 I thought you were your father for a moment.
 Did I ever tell you who that was?
 Of course. It is your mother.
 That is correct.
 Isn't she beautiful?
 There she is, there she is
 There she is, there she is
 Mama was everywhere
 He must have loved her so much
 Is she really in all those places, Marie?
 This is our family
 This is the lot
 After I go, this is
 All that you've got, honey
 Now, let's not–
 Wasn't she beautiful, though?
 You would have liked her
 Mama did things
 No one had done
 Mama was funny
 Mama was fun
 Mama spent money
 When she had none
 Mama said, "Honey
 Mustn't be blue
 It's not so much do what you like
 As it is that you like what you do"
 Mama said, "Darling
 Don't make such a drama
 A little less thinking
 A little more feeling"
 Now, don't start–
 I'm just quoting mama
 The child is so sweet
 And the girls are so rapturous
 Isn't it lovely how artists can capture us?
 Yes, it is, Marie.
 You would have liked her
 Honey, I'm wrong
 You would have loved her
 Mama enjoyed things
 Mama was smart
 See how she shimmers
 I mean from the heart
 I know, honey, you don't agree
 But this is our family tree
 Just wait 'til we're there and you'll see
 Listen to me
 Mama was smart
 Listen to mama
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 Goodbye, mama.