Red as a ruby As Amber as can be It’s as beautiful as a bright yellow bee Not to far down there is the colour of grass Below there is a colour as bright as the sky On top of pink strawberries there is a colour like night We all love rainbows and pink is the last bit of light
I want to paint a dazzling dandelion dancing in the cold winter breeze.
i want to paint a big birch tree hanging off the edge of a humongous hill.
I want to paint a pretty palm tree dancing as its leaves drizzle in the cool ocean.
I want to paint a lucious luxury cadbury melting in the lurid horizon.
I want to paint a beautiful woman running through the breeze as her hair gets blown back like she ran past a race car.
I want to paint a ripe rose flowing in the breeze like a beautiful boat on the Atlantic .
I want to paint a blazing blossom tree twirling in the flaming sun.
I want to paint a buzzing bee collecting pollen as he gently brushes the flowers across the city.
I want to paint a leaping Labrador playing in the warm horizon.
Go and open the indigo door.
Maybe, there are fresh blueberries,
Beckoning to be eaten.
Go and open the beige door.
Maybe, there’ll be a steaming hot latte on a table.
Go and open the pink door.
Maybe, you’ll see bacon galore!
Go and open the red door.
Maybe, you’ll see a small blaze of fire and a puddle of ash.
Go and open the emerald door.
Maybe, you’ll see leaves forming slowly into an arch.
Go and open the aquamarine door.
Maybe, you’ll see diamonds dripping from the ceiling,
Dazzling in the dark.
Go and open the royal yellow door.
Maybe you’ll see golden crowns circling a giant throne.
Go and open the door of black,
maybe you’ll see a scary, dark figure,
evil black eyes glaring at you,
or a midnight sky.
Go and open the door of grey,
maybe you’ll see dull and porpoise clouds,
grey metal shiny in the sunlight,
or silver pebbles clanging into each other.
Go and open the door of Raven,
maybe you’ll see blackbirds showering the sky,
dark sunsets glittering with the last light left,
or a spider crawling up the water pipe.
I want to paint a pretty poppy with perfect petals as the reflection shines on the big deep lake and the sun slowly sets
Go and open the white door
Maybe you’ll see, a blank canvas,
A cloud gliding along the sky,
Or a ghost floating above the ground
Go and open the brown door,
Maybe you’ll see a chocolate river swirling,
A pile of mud squelching,
Or a pack of bears feasting on honey
Go and open the green door,
Maybe, you’ll see an emerald glittering,
A prickly cactus,
Or the Statue of Liberty looking over New York
Go and open the red door,
Maybe you’ll see, a field of Poppies,
The heat of a chilli,
Or red petals raining down from a flower.
Go and open the indigo door.
Maybe, there are fresh blueberries,
Beckoning to be eaten.
Go and open the beige door.
Maybe, there’ll be a steaming hot latte on a table.
Go and open the pink door.
Maybe, you’ll see bacon galore!
Go and open the red door.
Maybe, you’ll see a small blaze of fire and a puddle of ash.
Go and open the emerald door.
Maybe, you’ll see leaves forming slowly into an arch.
Go and open the aquamarine door.
Maybe, you’ll see diamonds dripping from the ceiling,
Dazzling in the dark.
Go and open the royal yellow door.
Maybe you’ll see golden crowns circling a giant throne.
Go and open the orange door,
Maybe there will be a pumpkin patch,
or a marmalade cat sitting in the sun.
Open the black door,
Maybe there will be a mine shaft,
Go and open the brown door ,
maybe there will be acorns falling gracefully ,
Or a dark coal crow waiting on a tree.
Go and open the brown door
Maybe there will be acorns falling gracefully,
Or a pink blossom tree waiting to be touched .
Go and open the white door
Maybe you’ll see, a blank canvas,
A cloud gliding along the sky,
Or a ghost floating above the ground
Go and open the brown door,
Maybe you’ll see a chocolate river swirling,
A pile of mud squelching,
Or a pack of bears feasting on honey
Go and open the green door,
Maybe, you’ll see an emerald glittering,
A prickly cactus,
Or the Statue of Liberty looking over New York
Go and open the red door,
Maybe you’ll see, a field of Poppies,
The heat of a chilli,
Or red petals raining down from a flower.
Go and open the indigo door.
Maybe, there are fresh blueberries,
Beckoning to be eaten.
Go and open the beige door.
Maybe, there’ll be a steaming hot latte on a table.
Go and open the pink door.
Maybe, you’ll see bacon galore!
Go and open the red door.
Maybe, you’ll see a small blaze of fire and a puddle of ash.
Go and open the emerald door.
Maybe, you’ll see leaves forming slowly into an arch.
Go and open the aquamarine door.
Maybe, you’ll see diamonds dripping from the ceiling,
Dazzling in the dark.
Go and open the royal yellow door.
Maybe you’ll see golden crowns circling a giant throne.
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