Blue, green, red and white,
All were known, but only one is right,
He killed a foe on this night,
Oh yellow, why couldn't you fight.
Blue came to the morgue,
Just past the grave,
The feeling kind of bold,
The body there it lain,
Green hated yellow,
For his passion of debate,
Now that he's below,
Green must feel great,
Red was at home,
He invited over white,
But white couldn't come,
He didn't feel right.
Yellow had texted white,
But he had also texted blue,
But in yellows message,
He thought white was sick too,
Who do you think did it?
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