A jungle in glorious technicolour,
Emitting clamorous clangour,
And a nigh plentiful miscellany:
Altitudinous and humongous tree’,
Denizens’ robes are homogeneous,
amid, curiosity’s incurious:
Dwelled by a polychromatic opal,
It is invariably graceful,
Casts a monumental bountifulness,
Withal a hellacious bigheartedness.
It has righteous bloom,
And garbs in lapis plume.
Lapis Macaw basks in blissful solitude,
Evinces imperishable fortitude,
Albeit the flourishing mimicry,
And the estimable pedantry.
I am in awe,
For I’ve chanced upon the Lapis Macaw.