My little boy came and sat on my 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'm a man i want to be happy. I want to be strong and free. I want to be brave like a 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 and cowardly If you color him black, son He may never be free Then i told my son, "put your crayons away And try your best to understand Man is never made of any color And color never made any man a man." Color never made any man "color never made any man (a man, a man)