Carefully, go and open the pink door,

perhaps there is- 

a pig snorting rudely

candyfloss clouds dropping sweets like heavy hail

or delicious raspberries floating in mid air. 

Slowly, go and open the scarlet door,

perhaps there is-

a single, pretty, poison poppy, 

rose petals falling like leaves from an oak tree

or bushes of sour strawberries.

Excitedly, go and open the black door,

perhaps there is-

a bat on the cave top hanging like icicles,

a cow chewing the cud

or bin bags hopping like black bunnies. 

Quickly, go and open the yellow door, 

perhaps there is –

the sun clapping his hands, 

bananas swimming in the custard lake

or small stars reflecting on the river.

Anxiously, go and open the green door, 

perhaps there is –

mint ice cream freezing in the sunlight,

jumping frogs turning to swimming tadpoles

or fresh leaves flying through the air.