Yellow
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Look at the cards
Look how they’re shown to you
For everything you do
And they were all yellow
I came along, I wrote this poem for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow
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Graham Poll, it was his birthday
They sang ‘For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow’
He had lots of cards on his mantel
But of course, they all were yellow
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