Blue ribbons, they are mighty, fighting for what is right.
The green ribbons, full of elegance and poise, no mistakes ever made.
The red ribbons, for those confident and haughty, with a will to battle forever.
Now there she was, sat with her orange ribbons,
sat on the grassy ground, yearning for the ones who left.
Alone she and few others were spared, of grief and despair.
The beautiful ribbons burned down, green, blue, no matter even if gray.
She had no answer to the colour, why must it be this colour?
Why not green, like her teachers.
Why not blue, like her rivals.
Why not red, like her lovers.
It was all a mystery to her, the girl in orange ribbons.