Roses are red,
Lilies are white,
One race ends up dead
And the other ends up bright.
Roses are red,
Lilies are white,
One race ends up dead
And the other ends up bright.
Listen, you little hairless ape. It’s a parody of a love poem but it's about one group getting wiped out while the other wins. You probably think counting to ten is a workout, so I'll keep it simple: it's dark humor about survival.