Some white men in green suits, a bunch breaking bread As time goes by, a yellow dye pervades their garments threads Then longer still, their coffee spills and stains them all with brown Before too long those friends have gone, I ran them out of town

I am green in the fields, black at the market, and red at home.

I'm a creature of legend, a mysterious sight, With wings that glow, in the darkness of night. I'm a harbinger, of disaster's approach, A West Virginia legend, with an otherworldly broach.

I can be very cute, but I cannot avoid puncturing you if you scare me. You might see me in a in a videogame with rings.

I speak in colors, I cry in shades, I disappear when the sun fades.