OF VAIN COLOURS.
When the century, growing a little bit mellow,
Produces carnations outrageously green;
When you notice a delicate, dairy-like yellow
Adorn the pale face of the best margarine;
When canaries, all warranted excellent singers,
Are sold in the street for a shilling apiece,
But at home all the yellow comes off on your fingers,
Substrata of brown making daily increase;