In The Pink

I spied a flock of singing birds
And thought I’d join in
They were all canaries
I was a flamingo

I spied a bowl of citrus fruit
And thought I’d join in
They were all lemons
I was a raspberry

I spied a band of gleaming horns
And thought I’d join in
They were all trumpets
I was a pink guitar

I spied a bunch of pretty blooms
And thought I’d join in
They were all daffodils
I was a climbing rose

I sat alone and wondered why
I never quite fit in
Then you found me
We were alike

And I was tickled pink