Through the olive door,

There was a pickle dancing.

Through the mint door,

There was lots of grass around the room.

Through the sky door,

The sky was crystal blue like water.

Through the rose door,

You could smell the flowers on the wall.

Through the blood door,

There was a battlefield where everyone could hear gunshots.

Through the rainbow door,

There was a magical rainbow that never  stopped.

Through the olive door,

There was a pickle dancing.

Through the mint door,

There was lots of grass around the room.

Through the sky door,

The sky was crystal blue like water.

Through the rose door,

You could smell the flowers on the wall.

Through the blood door,

There was a battlefield where everyone could hear gunshots.

Through the rainbow door,

There was a magical rainbow that never  stopped.