Do you see spots
Or have you forgot?

I close my eyes
When in my cot
And there he is
Round red spot.

He glows and dances and bounces around
I think he's funnier than a clown
As he bounds round and round
And lights a moment on the ground.

I close my eyes once again
And he's joined by my other friend.
Blue dot, blue dot
Like a shot
Takes one leap and then he stops.

Red dot, blue dot stare at me
They're my pals from Tennessee
Two Nashville singer wannabees.

"Hello!" I call out to Blue
Who's hopping like a kangaroo
Singing County Western tunes
While Red hums his new kazoo.

"Hell, my friend," I shout to Red
Now stacking peanuts on his head.
I wish they'd answer, but instead
They've didn't hear a word I said.

They've closed up their ears and eyes
So I ask, "Why not I?"
Just then across my bedroom sky
Out pops a little yellow guy.

Yellow spot is more a square
He sits alone in a chair, there
With yellow streaks in his hair
Shivering alone, solitaire.
My room's aglow with rainbow hues
Red and blue sport dancing shoes,
And yellow spot waits for news
While I lay laughing, most bemused.

My mother rumbles down the hall,
"Who's bouncing on a bowling ball?"
She swings the door, lets in the light
My primary friends burst in fright
They exit my window into the night
And disappear beyond my sight
Because they know that white is bright.

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