| Little boy on the first day of school
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| Got some crayons and started to draw
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| He drew colors all over the paper
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| For colors was what he saw
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| And the teacher said. |
| «What you doin' young man?»
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| «I'm paintin' flowers» he said
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| «It's not the time for art, young man
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| And anyway flowers are green and red…
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| There’s a time for everything young man
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| And a way it should be done
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| You’ve got to show concern for everyone else
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| For you’re not the only one
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| And she said…
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| Flowers are red young man and
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| Green leaves are green
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| There’s no need to see flowers any other way
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| Than they way they always have been seen
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| But the little boy said…
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| There are so many colors in the rainbow
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| So many colors in the morning sun
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| So many colors in a flower and I see every one
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| The teacher said. |
| You’re sassy
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| There’s ways that things should be
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| And you’ll paint flowers the way they are
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| So repeat after me…
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| And she said…
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| Flowers are red young man and
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| Green leaves are green
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| There’s no need to see flowers any other way
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| Than they way they always have been seen
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| But the little boy said…
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| There are so many colors in the rainbow
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| So many colors in the morning sun
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| So many colors in a flower and I see every one
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| The teacher put him in a corner
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| She said. |
| It’s for your own good.
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| And you won’t come out 'til you get it right
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| And are responding like you should
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| Well finally he got lonely
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| Frightened thoughts filled his head
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| And that little boy went up to the teacher
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| And this is what he said. |
| and he said
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| Flowers are red, green leaves are green
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| There’s no need to see flowers any other way
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| Than the way they always have been seen
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| Time went by like it always does
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| And they moved to another town
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| And the little boy went to another school
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| And this is what he found
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| The teacher there was smilin'
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| She said… Painting should be fun
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| And there are so many colors in a flower
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| So let’s use every one
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| But that little boy painted flowers
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| In neat rows of green and red
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| And when the teacher asked him why
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| This is what he said. |
| and he said
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| Flowers are red, and green leaves are green
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| There’s no need to see flowers any other way
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| Than the way they always have been seen |