An’ ox-blood, an’ fawn, an’ maroon;
But they never was here in the “yeller an’ sere”,
An’ reality aint in the’r toon.
I’ll go further yit an’ say thet the shades
O’ them colors I plainly kin see
Is ev’ry durn hue in the specktum but blue,
An’ mebby that’s thar fer all me.
Co’se it’s up in the sky whar ye’d reckon ’t ’ud be,
Sort o’ balancin’ up the whole;
Yew put ’em tergether in this kind o’ weather