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The little boy went first day of school
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He got some crayons and started to draw
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He put colors all over the paper
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For colors was what he saw
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And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
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I'm paintin' flowers he said
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She said... It's not the time for art young man
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And anyway flowers are green and red
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There's a time for everything young man
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And a way it should be done
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You've got to show concern for everyone else
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For you're not the only one
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And she said...
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Flowers are red young man
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Green leaves are green
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There's no need to see flowers any other way
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Than the way they always have been seen
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But the little boy said...
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There are so many colors in the rainbow
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So many colors in the morning sun
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So many colors in the flower and I see every one
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Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
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There's ways that things should be
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And you'll paint flowers the way they are
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So repeat after me.....
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And she said...
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Flowers are red young man
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Green leaves are green
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There's no need to see flowers any other way
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Than the way they always have been seen
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But the little boy said...
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There are so many colors in the rainbow
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So many colors in the morning sun
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So many colors in the flower and I see every one
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The teacher put him in a corner
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She said.. It's for your own good..
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And you won't come out 'til you get it right
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And all responding like you should
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Well finally he got lonely
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Frightened thoughts filled his head
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And he went up to the teacher
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And this is what he said.. and he said
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Flowers are red, green leaves are green
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There's no need to see flowers any other way
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Than the way they always have been seen
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Time went by like it always does
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And they moved to another town
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And the little boy went to another school
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And this is what he found
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The teacher there was smilin'
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She said...Painting should be fun
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And there are so many colors in a flower
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So let's use every one
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But that little boy painted flowers
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In neat rows of green and red
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And when the teacher asked him why
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This is what he said.. and he said
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Flowers are red, green leaves are green
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There's no need to see flowers any other way
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Than the way they always have been seen.
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Flowers Are Red
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Harry Chapin |