Go and open the blue door,

Maybe there is

Jeans wanting you to put them on,

A blue whale swimming about,

The sky drifting off.

Go and open the green door,

Maybe there is

A patch of grass beneath your feet,

A cactus prickling you,

Lettuce waiting for you.

Go and open the pink door,

Maybe there is

Candyfloss smell drifting by,

Cotton rolling by,

A pig snorting by.

Go and open the black door,

Maybe there is

A shadow following you,

A bat flying by,

A car tyre rolling by.

Go and open the yellow door,

Maybe there is

A banana lying on the floor

Cheese stuck to the floor