A bluish paint came washing down
And grey behind it with a frown,
While hard and strict the black lines rolled
To keep the wayward blue controlled.
But from the corner orange beamed;
And gave new strength to blue it seemed.
Then in came yellow, gently smeared
Held hands with blue so green appeared;
And in marched red (vermilion hue),
To touch the other side of blue;
so ā€“ magic ā€“ there was purple too!
They arched across the frowning grey;
to colour in the moody day.

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