Yellow
There once was a fellow named hailo.
He was a mello fellow
But you could say he was obsessed with yellow.
His favorite dish was yellow jello
He played a yellow chealo
he slept with yellow pillows
gave his daughters yellow hairbows
he even had a yellow armadillo!
There once was a fellow maimed Hailo.
he was a mello fellow
And he was obsessed with yellow
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