Yellow is the lollipop I ate,
Followed by a yellow cake.
I straw-sipped yellow lemonade.
Yellow was the rose,
Yellow were the buttercups,
My mind in them dwelt.
Yellow was the sun above,
On a sunshiny yellow day.
Yellow was all I could ask for,
Above any kind of pay.
Yellow was the one sun ray,
I captured in my hand today.
Yellow was that one sun ray,
I kept in my hand today.
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