Who dresses all in yellow--
In yellow with an overcoat of green;
With his hair all crisp and curly,
In the springtime, bright and early,
A tripping o'er the meadow he is seen.
Like a jolly little tramp,
He wanders o'er the hillside, down the road;
Around his yellow feather
The gypsy fireflies camp;
His companions are the woodlark and the toad.
Doffs his dandy coat of yellow,
And very feebly totters o'er the green;
For he very old is growing,
And with hair all white and flowing,
A nodding in the sunlight he is seen.
Come a flying through the grass,
And clap their hands around him in their glee;
They shake him without warning--
His wig falls off, alas!
And a little bald-head dandy now is he.
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