The Browns are coming back to town;
The Greens are moving away.
'Twill make a striking difference
In our neighhorhood they say;
For the Greens are jolly, cheery folk,
The Browns are rather sad,
A dull and sombre family,
While the Greens are always glad.
I'm very fond of all the Greens,
From little Greens to big;
I like to see them dancing by
As merry as a grig.
And yet I think I'm going to like
The Browns's sober style;
After the riot of the Greens
'Twill rest us for a while.
And I've a notion that some week
Of windy, frosty nights,
The Browns in turn will go away,
And in will move the Whites!
