Rose is red and Violet’s all blue
Rose loved painting,
Violet loved it too.
Rose painted with red,
Violet with blue.
They crept out of bed,
To paint in the night.
But Mum came in,
‘Aaaagh!’ And got such a fright.
‘Sorry Mummy,’ said Rose, all red.
‘Sorry Mummy,’ said Violet, all blue.
‘It’s okay, my little monsters,
‘I know what to do.’
Mum drew a big bath,
And plopped them both in.
Whooshed them round,
And into a spin.
The monsters spun round,
Splished and splashed.
Water whirled round,
And both colours clashed.
Now Violet wasn’t blue,
And Rose was not red.
‘Yippeeee!’ they cried,
‘We’re purple instead!’
Now Mum feeling faint,
Took out some more paint.
‘Perhaps some white,
Will fix them all right.’
The water whooshed round,
And down the sink.
‘Aaaagh!’ wailed mum,
‘My monsters are pink.’
Nanna came in,
with a towel so green.
She scrubbed while she dried,
Until they were clean.
Not purple or pink,
Or blue or red.
But finally all green,
And ready for bed.