If we run out of red someday,

A sorry place it’d be,

We’d rue about Ol’ White & Blue

From sea to shining sea.

Our red lights, stop signs, firetrucks,

Would lose authority,

And Bibles, wines, and danger signs

Would lose their clarity.

Christmas would be only green,

And Santa’s suit all white,

And Rudolph’s nose could not be used

To guide them through the night.

A hydrant turns into a pipe;

A barn into a shed.

Yes, life would simply be no good

If we ran out of red.

Perhaps our loss of it someday

Will drive us to the stars;

For if our world runs out of red,

We’ll Have to move to Mars.