Through the door   

Go and open the red door,  

maybe you’ll see someone in the middle 

Of a bloody autopsy. 

Go open the orange door, 

Maybe you’ll see a bathtub full of warm baked beans. 

Go open the yellow door, 

Maybe you’ll see a room full beaming bright suns. 

Go open the green door, 

Maybe you’ll see bubbling broccoli scrambling for their lives  

Trying to get out the pot as they find out there about to get eaten. 

Go open the blue door, 

Maybe You’ll see a stormy sky with a  

Calm clear sea as a boat bobs up and down. 

Go open the purple door, 

Maybe You’ll see Eduardo Perez from the minions turning innocent minions into purple evil ones. 

Go open the white door, 

Maybe you’ll just see a white room  

With white food and everything is just white. 

Go open the brown door, 

Maybe you’ll see a million chocolate bars staring at you waiting for you to eat them.