[00:00.000]WILLY WONKA:[00:00.000]A painter needs no reason[00:02.935]To make a thing of art[00:05.012]Yes, there’s no switch to stop and start the flow[00:09.976]A gardener has his season[00:12.300]His green thumb and his heart[00:14.919]Don’t ask the man “why does your garden grow?”[00:20.406]A poet sits for hours[00:23.244]With words upon his tongue[00:25.805]He cannot help but rhyme his doom and gloom[00:31.051]So if you taste my flowers[00:33.660]You’ll see that I’m among[00:36.529]That certain group, that lucky troupe for whom[00:43.080]It’s simply second nature[00:48.819]To wish away the gray[00:52.218]To take a licorice stick and make a tree[00:58.237]Yes, there’s no rhyme or reason[01:01.352]I was simply made this way[01:04.207]What’s strange to you is natural to me[01:10.485]It’s simply second nature[01:13.872]To paint outside the lines[01:16.756]It merely is the way that I was born[01:22.776]You see I’ve been selected[01:26.191]To create the unexpected[01:30.384]And make each day feel just like Christmas morn[01:40.604]Picasso took a torso[01:42.665]And turned it on it’s head[01:45.254]It isn’t right or wrong, it’s what he felt[01:49.952]And Dali, even more so[01:52.556]Would positively dread[01:54.886]Explaining why his hands of time should melt[02:00.609]And me, I take sweet honey[02:04.013]And make a tasteful rose[02:06.883]What can I say? It’s simply what I do[02:12.358]Some men make pots of money[02:15.744]They’re happy, I suppose, but[02:19.636]Be grateful that for just a lucky few[02:25.875]It’s simply second nature[02:31.377]To see what isn’t there[02:35.040]The mind is such a wonder to explore[02:41.306]And though some nights I dread[02:44.440]All the voices in my head[02:47.575]I’d rather be this way then be a bore[02:53.338]It’s simply second nature[02:56.227]To dream of something new[02:59.072]Then wake on fire and try to sculpt each day[03:04.285]It’s no blessing, it’s a curse![03:07.639]Wait, no, strike that and reverse[03:14.915]I wouldn’t have it any other way