Paste a red tape, now cross it,
and toss all the values beyond it.
Borrow some green from the woods,
turn it into bills and buy them back some sympathy.
Scrap out all the white from the chest of hills,
for you’ll need a lot of it to paint your heart.
Dip your brushes in the streams of blue,
spread it over your horrid nightmares.
Tie a yellow ribbon around the old oak tree,
now cut it and clap, and set the flames free.
Warm your bones around while it crackles and burns,
soon you’ll turn cold as blackness oozes and churns.