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.