“Colour me red,” said the sweet perfumed rose.
“Make my fragrance appealing to everyone's nose.
To my gorgeous green leaves just add a sheen.
I am the loveliest flower that ever was seen.”
The sweet tasting strawberry said: “Colour me red.
The sun ripens me in my cosy straw bed.
Compared to some fruits I may be quite small
But my sweet tasting juices bring pleasure to all.”
“Yes colour me red,” the fire engine exclaims;
“Like the brilliant colours of fire and its flames.
I roar down the street with my firemen inside
And my paintwork is red and I wear it with pride.”
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