By John E. Everett

“Brown and yellow, and yellow and brown,
Are choicest colors for my crown.”
The sunflower said; “I am content,
I want no other ornament.”
“Yellow and white,” the daisy spake,
“Were made, I think, for my own sake;
I scarce would want to show my face
If other tints should take their place.”
“Blue as heaven draped on high,
Blue as bluest spot of sky—
It is the shade I love the best,”
The violet said, with hearty zest.

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