The purple pawed parrot of Northern Peru
The purple pawed parrot of Northern Peru
Has got purple paws that aren’t orange or blue.
It isn’t a tiger, a toad or a turtle
But simply a parrot whose paws are all purple.
It lives in the Northern Peruvian jungle
In a Tumbletum tree in a nest made of Fungle.
It isn’t a reindeer, a rabbit or rat,
Just a purple pawed parrot – as simple as that.
It hasn’t a tail; there’s a bend in its beak.
Its eyesight is poor and it squawks with a squeak.
Now, it isn’t a bat or a bear or a boar.
It is only a parrot of purpley paw.
When it’s born it will leap from its nest made from Fungle
In its Tumbletum tree in the North Peru jungle,
But remember – it isn’t a fly, flea or fish.
It is only a parrot pawed purplyish.
There’s a pretty good chance that this parrot pawed purple
Will soar high above, but a chance it will hurtle
Straight down to the ground and be swallowed up whole
By a crafty carnivorous cat down below,
For this cat won’t fly, won’t eat flea, won’t eat fish
And, for him, bat, bear, boar won’t appeal as a dish,
Nor reindeers, rats, rabbits, toads tigers or turtles.
He’ll only eat parrots whose paws are all purple.
© Mike Lucas
I ik this poem a lot, especially the way the writer has found different ways – and rhymes – for saying essentially the same thing. I am not a great fan of the purple/turtle coupling, but I can see the difficulties.
like, not ik.
Mike I really liked this. Made me giggle a lot!!