Go and open the white door. Maybe there are doves flying through the air,
One cloud floating in the sky,
Or cream dripping from a cup.
Go and open the pink door.
Maybe you’ll smell candy floss,
A flamingo splashing in the water,
Or tulips all over the floor.
Go and open the blue door
Maybe you’ll smell a fresh blueberry pie baking in the oven,
A blue whale swimming in the ocean,
Or an eye staring back at you.