The greatest artists in the land,
seduced by fortuitous fate,
assembled, every priceless hand;
their timeless trade to celebrate.

"We seek to honor each year, this time,
he who brings us greatest glory;
in creations of sight sublime,
shining throughout history."

"And so bring forth and display
your great, grand, stirring strokes,
that our judges may wisely weigh
the deepest feelings each evokes"

Thus was arrayed the finest art,
Mighty storms and miraculous calm;
but for one unsightly chart:
a laborer's gnarled, grubby palms.

Gods there were, and saints, and kings;
fantastic realms of land and sea.
Castles, cathedrals and loftier things,
since time began, unto eternity.

The judges had their toughest test,
yet came to doubtless understand,
the artist they'd pronounced the best,
was indeed; those were his Mother's hands.