Marvel at the colours of my little world here
for to create it I had to be quite the seer
Made by creation, meld, and borrow
You really can't see it? such a sorrow!
Why would I look at your ghastly world?
When I saw the terrible thing my lips rightly curled
The hues all wrong, the contrast very askew
I am very glad that similar worlds are so few
Of course my world is better, what a foolish query
trying to understand yours just makes me weary
You are a fool to not see this, and rude as well
Leave me be, and do not make me yell
What is that you say? leave you be?
And why does your world threaten me?