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
michaeljordahl 