Verse 1
I’m a Painting Box; my friend is Mr. Green,
He’s the King of color land the greenest in his scene.
His subjects they all bow to him, he says just what he means
His favorite food in the world is obviously the bean.
Verse 2
In the Painting Box Green’s neighbor’s kind of blue,
His wife is somewhat regal and his son is baby blue
He Likes to draw with pastels but only if they’re new
Is excellent in landscape art in all its many hues
Verse 3
In a Painting Box Blues neighbor he's called red
He has a shock of hair and he likes to read in bed
His elements are awesome but often it’s been said
He’s fire to painting, streaks of crimson in his head
Chorus
The colors of this painting box are the colors of the world
Each one has a season. And a story to be told
We’re coat of many colors, and a palette full of dreams
We’re the colors of the world, we must be green
Verse 4
Complex in our color schemes, we’re not quite what we seem,
We’re blue and grey we mix all day, we’re red and black and green
The Painter adds a dash of brown, and mixes it with blue
A Painting Box will help you mix a rainbow colored stew.
Chorus
The colors of this painting box are the colors of the world
Each one has a reason. And a story to be told
We’re coat of many colors, and a palette full of dreams
We’re the colors of the world, we must be green
We’re the colors of the world, we must be green
We’re the colors of the world, we must be green

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