A quick glance,
And the rose was green.
A quick glance,
And the rose was red.
A quick glance.
And the rose was yellow.
A quick glance,
And the rose was blue.
What was happening?
Ah! A boy was playing hide and seek with them,
And each time I looked,
They were being hidden by him,
Leaving a single rose behind.
At last he called out,
“Blue, green, red, yellow”.
Adios!
