Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon or something

I’m pretty sure I’m about to start my period because my co-worker is listening to the Pocahontas soundtrack, and that awful song about the colors of the wind just made me get all choked up while sitting at my desk thinking about how beautiful America must have looked before all the white settlers came, and how I’ll never get to see it that way, but then I started thinking about blue corn chips and now I want Mexican food.