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“The color of happiness is yellow-gold,”
Said the child in the pony tail riding by
On her beautiful tricycle built for two.
When the sun is bright coming over the hill,
It goes from orange to a bright yellow hue,
And the rays kiss the sky and give it a thrill.
This kind of happy, just can’t be sold.
The color of happiness is like a deep green,
Like the grass of Ireland in the early Spring;
Like the shamrocks growing in the month of may;
And the leaves of trees in the middle of June.
It’s the feeling of Joy when a lover stays,
And when he laughingly wants to spoon;
And he treats a girl like she’s his queen.
The color of happiness is a beautiful brown
Like the curls that dance on your baby’s head.
Like the eyes that sparkle, shimmer, and shine
When he looks at you with love in his eyes,
And he’s old enough to tell you he’s fine.
Happy is when he no longer cries,
And he wants You to put him to bed.
The color of happiness is the loving look
You see in your best friend at your side.
It’s the hand she gives when you need someone,
When you think the sun won’t come again,
And she picks you up with a little fun.
She won’t let you quit until you win.
Happy is your friend’s arms opened wide.