Yellow Paint, yellow paint
Why so taint?
You won't see her sneaking
Up to you from behind
Splash the colour all over your back,
Giggle with a glee
And run off before you can see
That silly little bandit
With her yellow paint

Red Paint, red paint
Its so very faint
You won't see him creeping
Slowly coming behind you
Splash the colour all over your back,
Throw his head back to cackle
And run off before they can see
That murderous boy
With his red paint.

- Canary_X, 2018