Chameleon of changing hue
You never blush at things you do.
Embarrassment and shame both can
Bring red to face of faulty man.
Chameleon of lightning tongue
You never think bug-eating dumb.
Cuisine experiments we try
In search of tastes to satisfy.
Chameleon of patterned skin
You never change the style you're in.
Slick adverts make us seek the shop
Where clothes and gadgets must be bought.
Chameleon of grasping tail
Your hold on twigs will never fail.
With clawless hands and clumsy feet
Our safest perch is a chair's seat.
Chameleon of tong-like toe
You do not fear to branch-ends go.
We journey over land and sea
With fears both real and fantasy.
Chameleon of tiny claws
You don't complain of minor flaws.
A dent or blemish makes us sad
Perfection's chase can drive us mad.
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Chameleon of earless head
You do not care what may be said.
A critic wounds us with a word
Although his claim may be absurd.
Chameleon of bulging eye
No phony beauty do you spy.
We praise new artist's little quirks,
Ignore old Nature's masterworks.
Chameleon of little brain
You never dream of wealth or fame.
We sometimes work our lives away
At lousy jobs just for the pay.
Chameleon of silent voice
You don't complain about your choice.
Our angry people scream and shout
Demanding change to come about.
Chameleon of pausing gait
You never fear arriving late.
We watch our clocks and travel fast
Ignoring much we hurry past.
Chameleon of ancient plan
You never try to be like Man.
Sometimes when crazy things we do
We really should act more like you.
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