One pixel That’s all I needed Give one more line Tree sides, and one parabola
Doesn’t matter how big the A or a are that’s just a point for Hardy and Weinberg
One stream where the frog sings strangely like a bird Sit and humid, daytime
I sat and waited, got you Now rush, run and show me A sequence of colours that might mean something
Oh, I know I put them on a tree, made by bits and pixels like the first one
Like the next one, and the next, that might be like the previous or the last one on this line.