_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.