Yanzy was out in the field one day
Taking care of his two fat pigs.
This was his usual job to do
When he wasn’t home doing Irish jigs.
Yanzy sat with his back against a rock,
Watching the clouds roll by.
The sun was out and it felt quite warm
Under the canopy of a deep blue sky.
He heard a noise that sounded odd.
“What’s that? Was it a lamb or a cow?”
Yanzy jumped up and ran around,
Wondering what made that noise and how.
Just then he saw something very strange;
A pink bird with a long purple tail.
“That doesn’t look like a chicken;
In fact it doesn’t even look like a quail.”
He left his pigs to roll in the mud
And ran after the bird into the woods.
“Wait for me,” he shouted and skipped
Through the trees in one of his moods.
Yanzy saw the bird next to a stream,
Nibbling on grass, green and tall.
It didn’t look that scary when he was so near.
It was the color of his bouncy ball.
The bird saw the boy and flew away,
So Yanzy ran back to his pigs in the mud.
He spotted a sheep eating grass and leaves
And the cows were chewing their cud.
The pink bird flew past once more;
Yanzy waved good bye and fell asleep.
He dreamed of whales and sharks and things
That lived in the waters so deep.