My Papa painted pansies in the springtime, My Papa painted posies in the fall,
My Papa painted pictures on the ceiling with the fixtures
And all the lighting that hung on and off the wall.
My Papa painted barns at the daybreak, My Papa painted farms during night,
My Papa painted pictures on the pumpkins with the faces
Just to give Halloween a fright.
My Papa painted ships out on the ocean, My Papa painted vessels out to sea,
My Papa painted spiders and turbo jet fighters
And doors that opened by skeleton key.
My Papa painted berries in the bushes, My Papa painted leaves on the trees,
My Papa painted forest in a valley with a chorus
Of colors that he imported from Belize.
My Papa painted toboggans in the Klondike, My Papa painted totem poles real tall,
My Papa painted family, with me and sis and mammy
And that the one I like best of all.