COLOR-BLIND

It was a restful fire station,
Gus and Max were at the zoo.
We had some time for relaxation,
And just a couple chores to do.

Max was marveling at the monkeys,
And some tropical birds in blue.
He found the flamingos rather funky,
And tried to kiss a kangaroo.


They were buying food to feed the bunnies,
When Max was barking up a storm.
Gus turned and asked his little buddy,
“What on earth is wrong?”

“Do you see that strange Dalmatian?
His fur is black, his spots are white!
These dogs have rotten reputations,
I think he's looking for a fight!”


“You can't tell a thing about a hound
By simply looking at his spots.
Max, get your head out of the ground,
You've got to change these crazy thoughts.

What about Chief Dan?
And guys like Sherman, Brown, and Green?
Some of them are tan,
And others black and white, and shades between.”


“Gosh,” said Max, “to me they're all the same,
Blue shirts with badges near their necks.
And when they fight the flames,
The same black helmets on their heads.”

“Except for Chief Dan,” Gus grinned,
“He wears a yellow helmet instead.
And when you get beneath his skin,
His face turns every shade of red!”


David J Allen
June 4, 2005


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