There was a palette before Him
at the beginning of the age
He put His pencil behind His ear
and began to ponder, it was that time of year
It was spring time and He had a choice to make
what should be the colours of blossom, the colours of grass?
He pondered and pondered and considered thoroughly.
Should grass be brown and the blossom grey
would it be effective and blend with the sun’s ray?
He decided against brown and grey
it seriously did not make the angels gay.
Now, he still had this dilemma to face.
You see, red was already to be the colour of grace.
No repetitions and He had to increase the pace.
He had to win the seasoning race.
Looking down on the palette, He saw green
“That ought to be the colour of grass, it’s fresh, and
green is definitely the new white!”
So green it was, and green sprouted from the earth, this was called grass
(Grey were to be the colour of an arse)
Now, the colour of blossoms I cannot explain
Pink definitely resembles no pain, but it’s the colour of a girl.
“That is it”, He said, “Blossoms ought to be pink, because it shows
how much I love my bride, I think.”
With this spring sprung and the Angels danced and sung.
In Heaven watermelons, interestingly being green and pink, was eaten
and so they revelled in winter being beaten.
The Angels begged Him to discontinue the winter months,
but God only answered, “If there were only summer, how would humans feel the warmth of love if they were not familiar with cold.”
They Angels had to agree because it made sense, God’s statement was bold.
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