While walking in the toy store
The ngày before today,
I overheard a crayon box
With many things to say.
"I don't like red!" đã đưa ý kiến Yellow
And Green said, "Nor do I"
And no one here likes Orange,
But, no one knows quite why.
"We are a box of crayons
That really don't get along,"
đã đưa ý kiến Blue to all the others.
"Something here is wrong!"
Well, I bought that box of crayons
and took it trang chủ with me.
I laid out all the crayons
So all the crayons could see.
They watched me as I colored
With Red and Blue and Green
And Black and White and Orange
And every color in between.
They watched as Green became the grass
And Blue became the sky.
The Yellow sun was shining bright
On White clouds drifting by.
màu sắc changing as they touched,
becoming something new.
They watched me as I colored,
They watched 'till I was through.
And when I'd finally finished,
I began to walk away,
And as I did the crayon box
Had something thêm to say...
"I do like Red", đã đưa ý kiến Yellow,
And Green said, "So do I
And Blue bạn are terrific,
So high up in the sky."
We are a box of crayons,
Each of us unique,
But, when we get together,
The picture is complete.
The ngày before today,
I overheard a crayon box
With many things to say.
"I don't like red!" đã đưa ý kiến Yellow
And Green said, "Nor do I"
And no one here likes Orange,
But, no one knows quite why.
"We are a box of crayons
That really don't get along,"
đã đưa ý kiến Blue to all the others.
"Something here is wrong!"
Well, I bought that box of crayons
and took it trang chủ with me.
I laid out all the crayons
So all the crayons could see.
They watched me as I colored
With Red and Blue and Green
And Black and White and Orange
And every color in between.
They watched as Green became the grass
And Blue became the sky.
The Yellow sun was shining bright
On White clouds drifting by.
màu sắc changing as they touched,
becoming something new.
They watched me as I colored,
They watched 'till I was through.
And when I'd finally finished,
I began to walk away,
And as I did the crayon box
Had something thêm to say...
"I do like Red", đã đưa ý kiến Yellow,
And Green said, "So do I
And Blue bạn are terrific,
So high up in the sky."
We are a box of crayons,
Each of us unique,
But, when we get together,
The picture is complete.
To her, memeories are a painful reminder of the past. She has a box full of them. She has an idea. She takes the box full of memories to a field. She opens it and takes out the worst memory of all. It's a picture of them smiling. She gets angry and rips it in half. She takes a lighter and sets the picture on fire. She sets it on the box. All the memeories she kept hidden, go up in flames. She smiles, then leaves. The flames eventually die down. Her memories are completely lost. And she's happy about it.
Larry the Pumpkin
