Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon.

A happiness weapon.

A Beauty Bomb.

And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one.

It would explode high in the air - explode softly

- and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air.

Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas.

And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight.

Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in.

With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime,

amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile

and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

-Robert Fulghum