It is said
that deep in the Forest Tyrian,
not so far from the sea,
where indigo grows
with deep purple effervescence,
and flowers of purple and trees of green and purple
meld with the sunshine and sea breezes,
there lives a clan of ladybird beetles
small and sweet and purple.
They dance and fly in joyous gaiety and illuminous animation
on purple sunbeam mists.
And if you listen with all your heart,
you will hear them laugh and sing and giggle
with purple pleasure, and purple delight
and call to each other in bubbling purple tones.
Few passers-by have bothered to walk the
through the Forest Tyrian.
Far fewer have ever set eyes on the purple ladybugs.
But one day, like the dolphins of the sea
and the whales of the oceans,
who also call to one another in harmonious timbre,
unknown to humans,
One day, the purple ladybugs will also be known
as the communicative, higher intelligence variety.