Someone told me, just today,
I looked just like a daisy.
I was not in costume and
The speaker wasn’t crazy.
I was attired in my coat
That’s bright as a canary;
And when I wear it, it attracts
A constant commentary.
It’s yellow as a taxicab
And takes a day that’s gloomy,
Transforming it to something sweet
And jazzy and perfumy.
My other jacket’s navy blue,
My down-filled one is black;
But wearing them I’m so aware
Of what they really lack:
Pizzazz and dazzle, perk and punch,
A burst of sunny gold;
When I’m wrapped in my yellow coat,
I’m something to behold.
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