Blue green yellow red
I just wanna lay in bed,
I'll close my eyes and go to sleep
I don't want to hear a peep,
In the morning I get up
And grab myself a coffee cup,
I use the coffee cup for tea
Cause coffee is just not for me,
I walk outside and pick a flower
Then I see it's been an hour,
Next thing I know the days gone by
So I sit down and let out a sigh,
The flower that I picked was red
And now I must go back to bed.
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