Red to black,
Back to back,
In a stack,
Coiled rope.
Then comes yellow,
Friendly fellow,
Warm and mellow,
Skinny scope.
If that red
Should raise his head
And make his bed
A different way,
With saffron song,
She sets upon,
to mingle fawn;
Color of day.
Should that new fright
Then give a bite;
on me insight,
A vein of woe.
The venom...
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