To My Son lyrics

John, you’ll learn by the age of four To name yellow, blue and green You will have some yellow dice Yellow like grapefruits You’ll see yellow butter-cups Poets need them badly You will have some yellow dice Yellow like grapefruits Maybe I should paint your small dice Sulphur yellow true I don’t know if that’s the same hue They call London fog You will love Post Office red Believe me that’s for sure You’ll use mother’s red lipstick Believe me that’s for sure And some day they’re gonna send you To a red-brick school Maybe when they think you’re ready You will act like a fool John, you’ll learn by the age of four ... Beware of the teacher Beware of your mother Beware of the priest Beware of your father Beware of the boss