Golden Red on pebbles fell
As she filtered through the green
And sleepy eyes seen covered up
By their many feathered wings.
Whilst singers perched on lofty thrones
Sang wistfully high above
Moving blue shone crystal lights
Of treasures deep below.
Then slowly as Red turned her eye,
Gracefully bowing out
Her dusky friend in lemon dress
Shone brighter in Red's glow.
