RENOIR’S RED HAT

Renoir's Red Hat is a whimsical poem about a kid who goes to the art museum to steal some art (be it literal or figurative is up to the reader).

Each time our little thief fills a pocket, another artist is identified. This story will help kids learn to recognize artists and their work through playful yet effective visual clues.


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RENOIR’S RED HAT

A poem about Art History

What makes a happy heart

Is seeing modern art 

The museum’s where I start

To put art in my pocket

I put art in my pocket

Renoir and his red hats

Those hats are always red

They won’t fit in my pocket so

I put them on my head

I put them on my head

From a bench I sat

And stared at Pollock’s splats

He splattered out of vats

I put splats in my pocket

Pollock splats in my pocket

Pollock and his splats

Renoir and his red hats

Those hats are always red

I put them on my head

I put them on my head

Next I see Seurat

He painted little dots

I like those dots a lot 

I put dots in my pocket

Seurat dots in my pocket

Seurat who painted dots

Pollock and his splats

Renoir and his red hats

Those hats are always red

I put them on my head

I put them on my head

Kandinsky looks like candy

Candy would be dandy

I’d like some dandy candy

I put them in my pocket

Kandinsky in my pocket

Kandinsky looks like candy

Seurat who painted dots

Pollock and his splats

Renoir and his red hats

Those hats are always red

I put them on my head

I put them on my head

I also like Keith Haring

I find his line so daring

Wait till the guard’s not glaring

Then put them in my pocket

Keith Haring in my pocket

Haring’s daring line

Kandinsky looks like candy

Seurat who painted dots

Pollock and his splats

Renoir and his red hats

Those hats are always red

I put them on my head

I put them on my head

Warhol copied soup cans

Campbells is the name brand

Using only one hand

I put them in my pocket

Warhol in my pocket

Warhol’s copied cans

Haring’s daring line

Kandinsky looks like candy

Seurat who painted dots

Pollock and his splats

Renoir and his red hats

Those hats are always red

I put them on my head

I put them on my head

Van Gogh made Starry Night

A Swirly whirly site

Makes me think I might

Put it in my pocket

Van Gogh into my pocket

Van Gogh’s painted swirls

Warhol’s copied cans

Haring’s daring line

Kandinsky looks like candy

Seurat who painted dots

Pollock and his splats

Renoir and his red hats

Those hats are always red

I put them on my head

I put them on my head

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Now it’s time to go

This is how I know

My pants are hanging low

There’s no room in my pocket

There’s no room in my pocket

I’m almost down the block

That’s when I hear the cop

He hollers at me STOP!

He knows about my pockets

The art that’s in my pockets

Run!

Down the street I dart

My pockets full of art

I lose some from the start

Seruat falls out my pocket

Van Gogh falls out my pocket

I turn the corner fast

Can tell I’m running past

Not sure the art will last

Pollock leaves my pocket

Kandinsky out my pocket

I hear my heart go pound

It’s making a loud sound

I fall and hit the ground

Haring out my pocket

Warhol out my pocket

And looking up I see

The guard stands over me

And says to me with glee

I think you dropped your hat

Those hats are always red

I put it on my head

I put it on my head


by Ian Sands