The chameleon My friend the chameleon’s impressive indeed He’s yellow, green, purple, he’s whatever you need! Just ask him a question, a riddle (or ten!) He’ll search every atlas, each footnote, and then He’ll bend over back, to change colours again! Maybe you’re needing a wee bit of cheer? He’ll come in all colours you desire, my dear! With a wink and a smile, he’ll lend you his ear. If sometimes you notice he looks rather white Like he’s absent of substance or perhaps lost his might, Just pretend you’re in danger, he’ll pick up his fight. Don’t worry, he won’t get frustrated or sad. He’s there to look happy, to make you feel glad! Because life is for living! It’s for living, Young lad. I dunno, is the irony here to subtle? I hope you guys don't think this is a happy poem.