Chameleon Justin thought it wasn’t fair
That he could change colour but didn’t have hair.
He went to the hairdresser, all the salons he called
But it was no use as he still ended up bald.
He tried on a hat just once on a whim
And looked in the mirror but it wasn’t him

Chameleon Justin, [CJ to his mates],
He never went on any very good dates
All the other wildlife that he dated
Never rang back although he waited.
He decided that if he could get a good trade
He could look very cool and his future was made.

But as he looked in the papers each day
The jobs looked quite good, but just didn’t pay
For the lifestyle he thought that he should lead
[He knew he moved slowly but he just craved speed].
He slid into depression and began drinking
He thought this would stop all the negative thinking.

But he only lost friends and his self confidence too
He stayed in bed all day, didn’t know what to do
Until one day he made up his mind
That it was no use hiding he just had to find
The right job for him, using all of his skill
But the thought of the training made him quite ill.

He sat in the local cafe and thought
That the girl at the till was really his sort
He sauntered up and swivelled his eye
It was his party piece but she gave a cry
And pressed the alarm bell that rang out long and loud
So CJ he scarpered, ran out through the crowd

He bumped into a cop who was holding his gun
But all CJ could think was that he should run
So he dashed along at a spectacular pace
And heard a voice shouting, ‘Over here ace!’
So he jumped in the van that went speeding by
And was dragged in through the door by a mean looking guy.


‘They nearly got you there!’ said the fellow
‘Have you got the loot?’ CJ felt all yellow
What did he mean did he think he was a thief?
Justin felt very prickly beneath
And found that his colour was changing as he
Hung on for dear life going green as a pea.

‘What’s up with you?’ asked the man at the wheel
‘I’ve just saved your multi hued skin so we’ll deal!’
‘What? How?’ asked Justin feeling quite sick.
Whatever he did it would have to be quick.
He concentrated so hard that after
His friends all said that he deserved a Bafta.

He blew his vibrant vivid top
And forced the driver to come to a stop
Because when he looked in the passenger seat
No-one was there! What a feat!
Justin had coloured his skin so carefully that
He blended right into the car seat and mat.

The man was so freaked that he got out of the van
Leaving poor Justin there he just went and ran
Right into the arms of a plain clothes detective
Who when he was told thought his eyesight was defective
Cos the man was babbling, rambling with terror
He saw no-one in the van so there must be an error.

But inside the van CJ watched with a smile
And thought that he’d better get out while
All the people were trying to calm the man down
What colour next? It had better be brown
To blend in the crowd and wend on his way
But Justin knew where he was going that day

He scuttled along to the nearest police station
And offered his services to the nation
The fat cop at the desk gave a smirk
And told him not to be such a jerk
Who was bald as a badger and whose eyes rotated
There was no room in the force even if he waited.

But CJ decided that this was what he could do
So he sat in the office and stayed there all blue
Until he could see a senior guy
And tell him what he was offering and why
His mission was sure and his will was strong
But he didn’t know it would take so long

He sat there for ages then fell into a doze
He really looked peaceful in his repose
So it was with a jump that he awakened later
Just in time to hear the chief investigator
Talk through the plan for an operation
To arrest a man for a violation

‘I need a true master of disguise,’ he said
Well, Chameleon Justin went really red
And then he went green and pink and blue
And said in a soft voice, ‘D’you think that I’ll do?’
The cop looked around and he felt his jaw fall
As where that voice came from was nothing at all.

‘You taking the Mick?’ he asked his fat mate
But he shook his head and pointed straight
To where Justin was sitting, quite still near the stool
Gradually reforming his shape. It was cool.
So beware if you think that you might cheat on your lover
As CJ’s there and he’s well undercover

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 21.04.2011

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