Every single blade of grass
   And every flake of snow,
Is just a wee bit different
  There is no two alike, you know.

From something small, like grains of sand,
  To that gigantic star,
All were made with this in mind
  To be just what they are!

How foolish, then, to imitate,
  How useless to pretend
Since each of us comes from a mind
  Whose ideas never end.

There'll be only just one of me
  To show what I can do,
And you should, likewise, feel quite proud
  There's only one of you.