Miss. Rainbow:

I stand on the ground
And look to the Heavens,
I see all your colors
I think there is seven.

Your all hung over
From end to end,
I guess that is why
I never see you grin.

You sure are to pretty
To ever look that sad,
With colors like that
You should be glad.

I know you appear
Shortly after the rain,
That's why your colors
They don't wash away.

For they show the way
And point out the spot,
The place I should dig
For your golden pot.

I do know one thing
That your skies are blue,
And somewhere over you
Dreams do come true.