Aat upon his daddy's knee
With picture and crayons
In his hand
He said, when I grow up
This is the man I want to be
Daddy, what color is a man
When I am a man
I want to be happy
I want to be strong and free
Want to be brave like a soldier
What crayon should I use to color me
If you color him blue, son
He may not be a happy man
If you color him red, son
Someone may steal his land
If you color him green or yellow
He may be jealous and cowardly
If you color him black, son
He may never be free
Then he told his son
Put your crayons away
Try your best to understand
Man is never made of any colors
And color never made any man
A man (a man, a man, a man) a man
Once a little boy Aat upon his daddy's knee With picture and crayons In his hand He said, when I grow up This is the man I want to be Daddy, what color is a man When I am a man I want to be happy I want to be strong and free Want to be brave like a soldier What crayon should I use to color me If you color him blue, son He may not be a happy man If you color him red, son Someone may steal his land If you color him green or yellow He may be jealous and cowardly If you color him black, son He may never be free Then he told his son Put your crayons away Try your best to understand Man is never made of any colors And color never made any man A man (a man, a man, a man) a man Explain Request ×
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