Good, better, best,
never let it rest,
till good is better,
and better is best.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain,
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on as if in pain,
And dreaming through the twilight,
That doth not rise nor set,
Happy I may remember,
And Haply I may forget.

Evening red and morning gray,
Send the traveler on his way,
Evening gray and morning red,
Bring the rain upon his head.

what is pink?
A rose is pink,
By the fountain’s brink¹,
What is blue? The sky is blue.
Where the clouds float through,
What is yellow? Pears are yellow,
Rich, ripe and mellow².
What is green? The grass is green,
With small flowers among,
What is orange? Why, An orange,
Just an orange.