text: I met a child a year ago
  Whose eyes would never see
  She asked me with a timid smile
  What colour is a tree?
  In summertime a tree is green;
  In autumn gold and red;
  In winter they are frosted white
  When all their leaves are shed.
  I know the sky is blue, she said
  And silver is the sand;
  And apples are the brightest red
  What colour is a man?
  Man is many colours child:
  Some are yellow, some are brown
  And some are black as sightlеssness
  Some white as еiderdown.
  She took her crayons from a box
  And placed them in my glove
  And said, By mixing all of these
  Comes my favourite colour--love.