Now repeat after me. And she said, . . . Well the teacher put him in a corner. And you won't come out till you get it right, And are responding like you should. Well finally he got lonely, Frightened thoughts filled his head.
Green leaves are green.
There's no need to see flowers any other way Than the way they always have been seen. Well time went by like it always does, they moved to another town. And the little boy went to another school. And there are so many colors in a flower. But that little boy painted flowers in neat rows of green and red.