HASSIE HOLMES AND HOW IT ALL BEGAN

Once was a man in the shadows of the caves

Where the blue blood met the red on shackles of the slaves

His brain was washed like the linens his picked

But little did the colors know, that his mind wasn't tricked

And for thousands of years and the whips and the tears

The Purple People learned how to conquer their fears

So one fine night the colors opened their eyes

Suits of skin piled particularly high

Shocked at the sight of the scolding surprise

The man and the Purple People had risen in riot