MY COLOR

MY best-loved color? Well, I think I like

A soft and tender dewy green — for grass.

Sometimes a pink my fancy too will strike —

In lobster purée or a Sauterne glass.

Blue is a color, too, I greatly love.

It’ s sort of satisfying to my eyes.

’ Tis their own color; and I’ m quite fond of

This hue also for soft Italian skies.

For blushes, give me red, nor hesitate

To pile it on; I like it good and strong

Upon the cheeks of her I call my Fate,

The loveliest of all the lovely throng.

On golden-yellow oft my fancy dwells.

’ Tis almost godlike, as it sparkles through

The effervescent fizz; and wondrous spells

It casts o’ er me when coined in dollars, too.

Hence, friend, it is I cannot specify

What hues particular my joys enhance.

I like them all; their popularity

At special times depends on circumstance.