I live in the Kingdom of Browns
where brown is a common place
Even names are such a novelty
To name a few amazes me.
My allegiance to brown, Iíll tell you why.
Kingdom of Browns, or Land of the Browns
Whichever fits the tongue or cares to browse
whatever quirky term for brown,
Iím game to accept with ever loving arms
My allegiance to brown, tender and warm
Iím the middle of seven sisters in my family
Weíre all brown-skinned, but far from tan
My eyes are russet, my flowing hair brunette
my sistersí are the best auburn eyes and hair
That matched them just as perfectly.
Governor Luis III is my fatherís name
He is browner than most of us womenfolk
But my mother is fairer and white,
whom I got my colour, fair and not quite brown
I must say, with all my respect to Governor Dad
Heís chocolate- coloured, a dark one, Iím proud!
My Governor Dad rules the Kingdom of Brown with fervour
With brilliant dark brown eyes set under a broad brow
His fine thin lips, graven with firm lines of a leader
One of kind and sensitive spirit, but of unyielding will.
Brown is common in my home
From cooking to baking, brownies are my favírite
Mom burns her cooking, but not as habit
A meal weíd call it the best ďBrownie-EverĒ
But her best of all, golden brown wholemeal bread.
In our house where native Brownians come
Mom cooks her best meal with great care and love
Not a burn, nor a sigh,
She gives her best and receives them all
guests of white-coloured come and visit
And they love us, brown folks, just as much.
We donít live in a palace, or a castle
Dad built most of our house with timber
Of fine cedar, Tasmanian brown oak,
His most loved wood, the best reddish-brown
Red-gum hardwood, Vic Ash, and imported narra.
Antiquity sets my home in wonder-brown
Our mantle above the brown brick hearth
holds our one and only Pilgrimís Progress,
Webster Speller, Sankieís Best Hymns
RodeHeaverís Gospel Solos
and the most loved Bible
in Its brown cowhide casing.
The thick brown pages of our treasured books
Are all we have, devour and read.
At our long messmate dining table
we have the pleasures of singing
in harmonic parts , the old RodeHeaverís hymns.
In the Kingdom of Brown, or Land, if you will
Where all grass is brown and golden haze
Most dangerous brown snakes are never a threat
Laughing kookaburras, in brown and streaks of white
iguanas, brown-jacket blue tongued lizards
Will welcome visitors in all the land
In summer, the sun browns or burns our cabbages
Browning paddocks and struggling vegetation
our undulating hill, bare, brown and rocky
But brown cane toads in cool summer nights basal chorus
Brown rain moths at our doorstep, pleading entry
Make summer droughts not so bad after all.
Come and visit me and my Brownian friends
Weíd welcome you with orange-brown gazanias
While we visit, Iíll make you cappuccino latte
Or brewed coffee, chocílate fudge on the side
(These brown dainties, Mom never burns.)
My allegiance to russet, auburn, or simply brown
Is what makes our lives cheery and bright!
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