All things brown and beautiful
like cups of tea that cheer;
all things warm and wonderful
and brown, we must revere.
Each brown trout in the river,
each small brown bird that sings,
how sleek their speckled bodies,
how delicate their wings.
The brown eggs from the brown hen,
the beer to quench the dry,
the crisp brown leaves in autumn,
my lover's deep brown eyes
The chocolate that I savour,
brown cows that graze the lea;
brown nut-shells in the Autumn
hold toothsome treats for me.
Grinling Gibbon's carvings -
a symphony in wood;
brown owls, brown paper parcels -
all these brown things are good.
This hue's been underrated,
despised, disdained, done down,
so let us all proclaim it -
the beauty that is brown!
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