Mr Bello

MR BELLO I know of a pink man He wears a pink cloth Every pink. Wednesday to fit His students call him mr pink man But I actually know him As Mr Bello, the white man On a pink wednesday He walks with a pink high shoe The sky-pink birds scream in fear The shades painted themselves pink Mr Bello Dances round the pink market Market Woman go pink-pink-pink The leaves Say pink pink pink and pink The waiting wares shout pink and pink Mr Bello removed his pink cloth And threw it Up to The pink-blue Sky Then dances again in pink joy At last, we Realised his pink wife Has given birth to a pink boy