The Purple Chicken

Once there was a chicken,
Who had feathers shining gold,
He wished that he could sell them,
Because he was getting old.

He needed lots of money,
To make life slightly better,
And on a Monday morning,
He recieved a letter.

"My name is Kallan 'flap flap,'
And I have great big wings,
I want your golden feathers,
To decorate these things."

The chicken liked this offer,
And Kallan flew back home,
The chicken then was naked,
And had to cover up his bones.

He loved the colour purple,
So some paint is what he chose,
Then he flew away forever,
Where he is now, no one knows.


This is dedicated to Kallan, who told me to write something about a purple chicken.