I asked the little boy who could not see
“Why red,” said he,
“Is like sitting in front of the fire at my house.
Pouring rain on a cold day that is blue.
Yellow is like the warm sun that shines down over me.
Purple must be thunderclouds fighting in the sky.
The forest where its nice and peaceful, that is like green.
Pink is like the sweet taste of lollies that we eat on birthdays.
White is the fog that I walk through on winter mornings.
And orange is the orange drink that I have before a rugby game.