Upon a green leaf he is green,
Upon a red one ruddy.
He suits his color to the scene--
Blue, brown, or grey, or muddy.
Wherever he may chance to go
He meets the crowd’s demanding.
In Rome he does as Romans do,
And so he keeps his standing.
I know not his philosophy--
Platonic or Aurelian.
No matter. Who would want to be
Reputed a chameleon?