There was once a sculptor
Who was famous all over
One day he found a formless stone
And got an idea!
He got to work
And started shaping the rock
Giving it a good shape
Smoothing the rough edges
He worked tirelessly
Day and night
Until he was done
It was a masterpiece and he was proud
One night he left the sculpture in font of a mirror
The sculpture thought it looked ugly
It hated the way it looked
It hated the way it was sculpted by the sculptor
And so it ran away
And searched for another sculptor
It asked the other sculptor to change it's appearance
And the sculptor agreed
But when he was changing it, he mistakenly cracked the sculptures face
And the sculpture cried
The cracks worsoned
Until the whole sculpture tumbled down into pieces!
The sculptor ran away when he realized what he had done
Now the sculpture lay broken on the ground
Regretting why it tried to change...
The way it was sculpted by its sculptor.