Auch in düsteren Zeiten darf die Sonne scheinen und die Farben dürfen uns blenden in stillem Wohlgefallen und naiver Einfachheit. A Tribute to Harry Chapin: Flowers are red.

The little boy went first day of school | He got some crayons and started to draw | He put colors all over the paper | For colors was what he saw | And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man | I'm paintin' flowers he said | She said... It's not the time for art young man | And anyway flowers are green and red | There's a time for everything young man | And a way it should be done | You've got to show concern for everyone else | For you're not the only one

And she said... | Flowers are red young man | Green leaves are green | There's no need to see flowers any other way | Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said... | There are so many colors in the rainbow | So many colors in the morning sun | So many colors in the flower and I see every one

Well the teacher said.. You're sassy | There's ways that things should be | And you'll paint flowers the way they are | So repeat after me.....

And she said... | Flowers are red young man | Green leaves are green | There's no need to see flowers any other way | Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said... | There are so many colors in the rainbow | So many colors in the morning sun | So many colors in the flower and I see every one

The teacher put him in a corner | She said.. It's for your own good.. | And you won't come out 'til you get it right | And all responding like you should | Well finally he got lonely | Frightened thoughts filled his head | And he went up to the teacher | And this is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green | There's no need to see flowers any other way | Than the way they always have been seen

Time went by like it always does | And they moved to another town | And the little boy went to another school | And this is what he found | The teacher there was smilin' | She said...Painting should be fun | And there are so many colors in a flower | So let's use every one

But that little boy painted flowers | In neat rows of green and red | And when the teacher asked him why | This is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green | There's no need to see flowers any other way | Than the way they always have been seen.