On a face you see many a smile, a frown, and freckles.
Wouldn't it be strange if all of a sudden they were to all change form,
A dastardly green or mellow yellow might cause to do some harm.
A face, a wall, a music page, a decked out jamboree.
What a sight for all to view, a myriad to see.
There are paints and make-ups of all sorts to change colors out of rights.
But wouldn't it be strange if it all changed without pursuit or any trick of lights?
Forsake the pastels and the dyes that would change design
Take up imagination and look not at a line.
A spot that's red is green right now what do you say to that?
It makes no sense, none whatsoever. Like the color of my pinkish spat.
If colors are what the eye should view,
Then what if they should change to you?
To me its red or shade of green
And to you it's a color you've never seen.
What of then if we could not tell red from white or brown or black?
It wouldn't matter, not to anyone, me or you or Jack.