The sky is blue, the grass is green, the clouds are full of rain.
Spilling a bit of dark red wine will leave a little stain.
Lights are bright and dim is dark. Shadows are taking over.
I wonder if you can find luck by picking a four leaf clover?
The sun is gold and streets are silver, painted black and yellow.
Who ever knew a drunken man could be a pleasant fellow?!
If high or drunk or somewhere in the middle or all around,
it seems that people everywhere are dying to be found.
If apricots and lemon drops were days of the week,
I shouldn't find another one that ever seemed so bleak!
'Tis uselessness I'm speaking of, but it rather makes me smile--
just to say a load of nonsense for a little while:D