If I were a red door,
 I would show you,

The depths of Mount Etna, 

 The field of dancing poppies

 And a pit of lava.

If I were a pink door, 

 I would take you

 To a blossom tree blowing in to wind,

 To the world’s largest bubble gum

 And cotton candy on and carnival store. 

If I were a yellow door, 

 I would show you

 A bumblebee flying past your window,

 A gold bracelet being made

 And fire flickering in the wind. 

If I were a blue door 

 I would stop you 

 From falling in the Pacific Ocean,

 From the clouds into the sky

 And a pile of jelly fish. 

If I were a green door, 

 I would lead you

 To a field of freshly cut grass, 

 Leaves blowing in the wind 

 And children’s screaming in the grass. 

If I were a orange door 

 I would stop you 

 From falling in lava, 

 Form falling into sinking sand

 And falling into flickering fire.