A bird which fascinates me is of unusual kind,
It’s one of the rarest you would ever find.
My imaginary bird has a beak of red and blue blotches,
With its plethora of colours, to a wooden branch, it always clutches.
A turquoise body and a violet tail,
Flies freely, in a storm or when the winds are frail!
On its emerald head stands a majestic crown,
It is so elegant that a peacock would start to frown.