When the door was painted green,
It was the best color ever seen.
When the house was painted blue,
It was covered with graffiti and glue.
Wet paint goes everywhere,
From the brush to your chair.
Wet paint seems to move around,
On padded feet without a sound.
There was wet paint on the floor,
That moved like magic to the white door.
There was red paint shining so bright,
That found its way to a shirt so white.
What is that green paint on my hand?
It came from the freshly painted bus stand.
The next time you have a plan to paint,
Get a colorful sinner to paint a sober saint.
Wet paint seems to get wings and fly,
It can move from the ground to the sky.
The bright Sun with its dazzling hues,
Mixes with wet colors from yellows to blues.