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Green
Well Green was a jungle, quite vibrant and living,

The plants and the trees all so luscious and giving

And thousands of rice fields sprouted and grew,

All terraced in various foresty hues.


In Bali, the paddies were strikingly lime

(And due to monsoons were this way all the time.)

While out in a lotus-strewn Siamese bog,

Sat jade-colored lily pads, home to two frogs.


In emerald green grass slid a hunter green snake

Causing rodents who passed it to quiver and shake!

While a mossy green mask tinged with patches of mint

Was a God of the Forest, hand-carved with green tint.


In lush Vietnam — just one short time zone over —

Grew kelly green fields of real four-leaf clovers!

And elsewhere were other green shades so profuse,

Such as jungle and shamrock and fern and chartreuse!


“Greens are just everywhere,” young Rainbow mused.

“Surely the same is not true of the Blues?”