when they told me to think green
but I was worried about a red scare
and the sirens hadn't even started
but the butterflies were turning pink
and the red squirrels had hidden away
the red foxes only came out of their burrows at night
and then only at the quarter moons
when the hounds sang their regimental songs
and the hares dashed into vegetable gardens
it was a mad time the preachers agreed
with madder times coming
and we all needed to congregate in prayers
until the hounds could return normalcy
and the sun could take back the night
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