Dr. Seuss would like this song . . .
I just wonder which color he would choose to do his writing on.
Some days are yellow
Some are blue
On different days
I’m differnet too
You’d be surprised how many ways
I change on different colored days.
On bright red days how good it feels
to be a horse and kick my heels!
On other days I’m other things
On bright blue days I flap my wings
Some days, of course, feel sort of brown
Then I feel slow and low, low down
Then comes a yellow day and weeeeeee I’m as busy, buzzy bee
Gray day . . . Everything is gray
I watch
But nothing moves today.
Then all of a sudden I’m a circus seal!
On my orange days that’s how I feel
Green days, deep deep in the sea
Cool and quiet fish. That’s me.
On purple days I’m sad. I groan. I drag my tail. I walk alone.
But when my days are happy pink
It’s great to jump and just not think.
Then come my black days mad and loud
I howl. I growl at every cloud
Then comes a mixed-up day and wham!
I don’t know who or what I am!
But it all turns out all right, you see
And I go back to being . . .
me
