• Red is a rose
    With petals soft,
    The butterfly
    I see so oft.

    Red is the blood
    Of battles lost;
    It is the blood
    Of Holocaust.

    Red is the light
    Of fireflies,
    Red is the light
    Of morning skies.

    Red is bright,
    And red is bold.
    Red is young,
    And red is old.

    It is the past,
    And love foretold.
    So, let it be said:

    My favorite colour
    Is the colour red.