If you threw me in a pool with water colored red,
When I got up I’d think “I’ll die, bloods running from my head.”
If I fell into a pool with water colored brown,
I would think that I was in a cow pie I had found.
If I fell into a pool with water colored blue,
I might think the sky fell down and drenched me through and through.
If the water was all orange, where someone pushed me down,
I would think “this is the biggest chunk of fruit I’ve found.”
I’d get up and look around ’cause I would want to see,
Where that orange had fallen down from some enormous tree.
A pool of yellow water? I’d be mad as I could be,
I’d wonder “Why would anybody fill a pool with pee.”
I’m not used to Holi, here we don’t color pools,
From what my friends have told me, in India it rules.
My aim is good, I throw so fast, it causes such alarms,
If I threw powder at you, you’d think I had eight arms.
Before I die, I’d like to dye in some far distant lands,
And have a bright, colorful day, with some sweet Indians.
To look at rainbow people, sounds like such fun to me,
A festival of color, I’d really love to see.