I am the colour of ripe corn fields 
And of the dancing daffodil 
I’m the colour of cheese, if you please 
And also of the pineapple 

The singing canary is the same shade
As the yolk of your breakfast egg 
Which is like the “get set” traffic light 
And the marmalade on your bread 

I’m the colour of little ducklings 
Of vanilla cake and sunflowers  
Some butterflies and jelly beans  
Of tennis balls and bananas 

I’m the colour of the fading bruise 
On your knee, as it gently mellows 
I’m the gleam in the sunlight healing you 
I am the shimmering colour YELLOW.