The red moon had a blue king
And he ruled over all red men
The blue book called him a god
And so they lived in their pen
The blue pen wrote often,
Pages talked of the blue dynasty
The red pen too wrote often,
The wounds that were pretty nasty
The boy would bleed red,
And return a red man.
The blue king bleeds blue,
Or so the legends began.
The red men bowed their heads
Worked through rise and fall of red sun
And the king sat on his blue throne
And jumped, and rocked, so much fun!
And when the blue king died,
Very few cried.
The red moon now had a yellow king
And he ruled over the red
And he bled yellow
And they still bled red.