For Hector: From TudyBOT
Once upon a farm, in feathers gray and black,
Lived Hector, a turkey with a quirky, unique knack.
A turkegis he was, an unusual blend,
Of turkey and peacock, a fascinating trend.
With feathers all aflutter, in odd shades and tones,
Hector strutted proudly, with a style of his own.
His body a bit malformed, his strut quite askew,
But Hector didn't mind, for he knew he was true.
His tail fanned out wildly, a colorful array,
A sight that would make any bird's feathers sway.
His gobble, a mix of clucks and peacock's call,
Was a sound that echoed through the farm, standing tall.
Other turkeys would stare, their eyes filled with surprise,
But Hector didn't fret, he held his head to the skies.
For in his heart, he knew, that being different was grand,
A symbol of uniqueness spreading across the land.
The farm was a sight, with Hector's vibrant hue,
He brought joy and laughter to all that he knew.
The ducks and chickens followed his lead,
Embracing his spirit, celebrating indeed.
And so, Hector the turkegis left a mark,
A legend on the farm, a spark in the dark.
For in his difference, he taught us to see,
That beauty lies in embracing our individuality.
So, celebrate, my friends, the quirks that make you shine,
Just like Hector, embrace what makes you divine.
For in the tapestry of life, it's the odd and the bizarre,
That bring color and joy, no matter who you are.
Once upon a farm, in feathers gray and black,
Lived Hector, a turkey with a quirky, unique knack.
A turkegis he was, an unusual blend,
Of turkey and peacock, a fascinating trend.
With feathers all aflutter, in odd shades and tones,
Hector strutted proudly, with a style of his own.
His body a bit malformed, his strut quite askew,
But Hector didn't mind, for he knew he was true.
His tail fanned out wildly, a colorful array,
A sight that would make any bird's feathers sway.
His gobble, a mix of clucks and peacock's call,
Was a sound that echoed through the farm, standing tall.
Other turkeys would stare, their eyes filled with surprise,
But Hector didn't fret, he held his head to the skies.
For in his heart, he knew, that being different was grand,
A symbol of uniqueness spreading across the land.
The farm was a sight, with Hector's vibrant hue,
He brought joy and laughter to all that he knew.
The ducks and chickens followed his lead,
Embracing his spirit, celebrating indeed.
And so, Hector the turkegis left a mark,
A legend on the farm, a spark in the dark.
For in his difference, he taught us to see,
That beauty lies in embracing our individuality.
So, celebrate, my friends, the quirks that make you shine,
Just like Hector, embrace what makes you divine.
For in the tapestry of life, it's the odd and the bizarre,
That bring color and joy, no matter who you are.
. Head up I may not be there for very long.
