“A Topsy‑Turvy Dream World”
Roses are orange;
Violets are green;
The paints are mixed up in my dream.
I spread the paint;
On paper light;
Mixed-up colors—what a sight!
My dog is Red;
My chicken, black as ink;
Need new colors; these just stink.
I’ll buy fresh paint;
And be a saint;
So, my greens are green;
The violets – purple in my dream.
Now I paint with a sunny smile.
My chicken is beautiful. I’ll set it free.
Roses are red, the way their suppose to be.

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