roses are fake, violets are true
the grass is green, and the sky is blue
the sun is yellow and the clouds are white
curfew must not ring tonight
flies are green, spiders are black
horses run around the track
jockeys play poker when it rains
some things are hard to explain
roses are pink. lilies are white
something here does not seem right
dogs are poor, and cats are rich
but i do not know which is which
whales are blue, and sharks are gray
i saw casey jones the other day
he was coming around the bend
but he had no cash to spend
the water is blue, the waves are white
the sun goes down, and then it’s night
now the seashore is deserted
and all the heathens are converted
mary, mary, quite contrary
dogs are sad, and cats are wary
the light is green, and then turns red
some things never should be said
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