A chameleon basking on a white rock
Was picked up suddenly by a wandering flock
Of black crows, who’d interrupted their flight,
To heckle, then arrest him on the charge of being white!
Till the court could be summoned he was lodged in a cell
He was allowed visitors, and they all wished him well.
For he reflected each ones opinion, of whatever hue,
Remaining all the while to his own nature true!
In court he stood on a tree trunk painted black,
And the crows had to let him go for the complete lack
Of evidence to prove that he was white!
But nobody would admit to not being right!
So now the chameleon is free to wander at will
Among many races and be accepted until
He exhibits shades of his opinion , original thought,
To brawny animals who are so easily bought
Or brainwashed into violent ways to not think
For themselves, which is the way to :—extinct!