The color Paris green

Has a emerald sheen

So paper the walls

And paper the halls

And if you feel sick?

Full of arsenic?

Go to the seashore!

Feel better for sure!

And when you come back

You probably ask

Do I have the flu?

Am I merely blue?

Nay not blue but green

You saw its pretty gleam…

You thought you could dance

With death at a glance

And it isnt quick


That death arsenic.