The color-coded town,

They had one rule no grays allowed,

It was a great offense,

It brought no compliments,

A stranger to the town he came,

And met a girl that very few would say,

Is worth thinking of,

Still he fell in love,

And he brought her flowers every day,

And she loved them,

She loved him she’d never felt that way,

But they said hey those flowers, they are gray,

They can’t stay, no, no, well, we’ll let it slide,

But read our signs we don’t like grays,

Then one day they saw her in a dress,

A gift from him it was gray and red,

It stopped them in their tracks,

Ooo, they knew it matched,

A revolution there was shortly found,

Inside that color-coded town,

Same happy, some enraged,

So they marched on over to the place where,

He brought her flowers ...