One day a little boy climb upon his daddy's knee
With picture and crayons in his hand
He said, when I grow up
This is the man I want to be
Daddy, what color is a man?
When I am a man
I want to be happy
I want to be strong and free
I want to be brave like the soldier
What crayon should I use to color me?
If you color him blue, son
He may not be a happy man
If you color him red, son
Someone may steal his land
If you color him green or yellow
He may be jealous or cowardly
If you color him black, son
He may never be free
Then he told his son
Put your crayons away
And try your best to understand
Man is never made of any color, my boy
And color never made any man
Any man