The wave of poppies fluttering
Just beneath my hands
Its the color of the rainbow
Which one?
I don't understand
Why it is orange of course
You know
Color of the orange
If you look closely at a fire
Don't
You'll get singed
But if you look afar
From a distance
You'll find out that you need
Assistance
For no one can see from there
Even if you really try
There always be a flaw
Oh look an orange butterfly
This is the exact reason
Why orange doesn't rhyme
But its a good thing time rhymes with rhyme
Because we are out of it
Its bedtime
