Prootie

There was once a boy named Chase,

Who had a very peculiar face.

All his friends made fun of him,

And made his life very grim.

Seeing him many would avoid,

So his appearance made him very coy.

Such big ears Chase had,

That made every passer-by hopping mad.

Such long teeth Chase had,

That made mum and dad very sad.

Such small eyes Chase had,

That made everybody avoid this lad.

Nose, ears and face creams,

Nothing would help his self-esteem.

Face packs every Sunday,

Didn’t make a difference the following Monday.

To beauty appointments his parents would send him,

Poor chase thought that he simply could never win.

But one-day Chase saw a man,

Who had a very unusual hat.

Wrinkled skin and very light eyes,

As blue as the very bluest of skies.

He said, “Chase, you have a very nice face.”

Chase knew he didn’t belong to this place.

“Such stunning ears you have”, said he,

Chase was certain that this man could not see.

“Such attractive teeth you have”, said he,

Chase was certain that this could not possibly be.

“Such small and lovely eyes you have”, said he,

Chase was certain this man was beginning to tease.

Chase told the man that he was wrong,

That he’d been speaking nonsense all along.

The man nodded his head,

And with the wave of an arm said:

“Drip, drop, dram, drim,

Let the wonderful journey begin,

To a land far, far away,

Like no other place”

Suddenly, there were people everywhere

Running around without any care

Some big, some small

Some short, some tall

Every type of animal, every type of man

Great big dogs wearing yellow crested hairbands.

“Oh my,” said Chase, “these strange people are nothing but plight!”

The man turned round and gave a big sigh.

“Big ears, small eyes and great big noses,

Are as pretty as the prettiest tulips and roses.

Headscarves, topis and well-done-up turbans,

Look as tasty as the very sweetest of bourbons.

Men and women of all shape and all size,

Are simply sweet candy to our eyes.

Those fair and those dark,

All equal in our hearts.

My dear, dear Chase, this is the town of Prootie,

Where every size, shape and colour is beauty.

No appearance or form defines us,

No belief nor colour confines us.

It doesn’t matter what others say,

We are all beautiful in our own way.

My friend, everything takes its time,

In this land, beauty shan't be hard to find!

All creatures, big and small have their place,

Even that silly little pimple on your face!”

And so, there was once a boy named Chase

Who had a very beautiful face.

Such big ears Chase had,

That made every passer-by feel very glad.

Such small eyes Chase had,

That made everyone want to be his lad.

In the wondrous town of Prootie,

Where no appearance makes one feel gloomy

In the wondrous town of Prootie,

Where every size, shape and colour is beauty.