Out of Red

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If we run out of red someday

A sorry place it’d be

We’d rue about Ol’ White and Blue

From sea to shining sea

Our stop signs, lights, and firetrucks

Would lose disparity

While Bibles, wines, and danger signs

Would forfeit clarity

Christmas would be only green

And Santa’s suit just white

And Rudolph’s nose would never do

To guide them through the night

A hydrant turns into a pipe

A barn into a shed

Yes, life would simply be no good

If we run out of red

Perhaps our loss of it someday

Will drive us to the stars

For if our world runs out of red

We’ll have to move to Mars

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