Once a cub of purple fur
was bore of a blue deer
and a red water bull.
The cub grew to bearhood
beleiving himself stareful.

In his summers of freedom
he roamed the honey full glen
of maple trees blooming.
Longing to be in a place
of pomaria blossoms.

So he venturted forth
to grapple about in haste
among properly hued creatures.
in a winter place of red
only to return fruitless.

Crawling among smiling crocs
with vipers swimming past
the aged bull sneared above.
As the doe refused to help
but little purple bear lived.

Foolish as he ever be
the poorly hued one
traveled with a sow.
Suckling puppies along
to a cavern of glass.

Growling disapproval to fate
the bear stood stanced now
challenging a cloaken wolf.
And caste among the hopeless
to waver in the dunes.

But in ivied halls forlorne
a dove of purest white
cooed into his gruffed ears.
taming him with a note
soothing his fevered brow.

Then the dove winged alone
to a far forest of mystery
to seek naught he knew.
to return no more
and purple bear cried.