His coat has many colours, Joseph is his name Although some call him 'Joey' It's Joseph just the same. The collar on his cloak Is such a vibrant red From his shoulders to his pointy chin It goes right to his head. The nether of this robe Has hues of greens and blues From his chubby, rounded waist To his rugged grey-black shoes. His sleeves are speckled yellow A dazzling golden shade And silver sprays within the fold - Delightful how they're made. Bright scarlet and vermilion Make threads of colourous joy For Joey is a parrot And 'e's a pretty boy.