i can see the little red people,
poking their heads out of their homes to see whats going on,
they are on the phone with friends and family,
and pass it down like its a relay race,
but now they are worried so they pace,
and stress is rising its showing in their face,
they dont know what to do because they dont have a clue whats going on,
the red people meet up with the yellow people and combine into orange,
and they try to find hope to combine all colors,
in till they have enough colors for a beautiful rainbow
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