Oh wode is me said the servant fair
My lady wanted purple which was so rare
She searched for the colour over hill and over dale
But the fruits could not be found that would colour her veil
At the court lords and ladies found this colour was the rage
And then she found the flowers which were known as purple sage
She chopped them and boiled them and put them in a pot
The liquid splashed and bubbled and it really was a lot
So she coloured her lady’s veil and still had jugs to spare
She continued to dye her own dress, and even did her hair
The butler found this colour would be just right for his attire
And when he went to church he gave some to the prior
The farmer saw this colour and also wanted to keep
And so he took some home and coloured all his sheep
The chickens got quite jealous it really resembled heathers
And so they jumped in the bowl and came out with purple feathers
That night it was the ball, the birthday of the king
But word had got around about this colourful thing
Everyone had borrowed the liquid, and thought they were the best
My lady was proud of this colour but was angry at the rest
The maid was called to the courts and arrived with a purple frown
She was sentenced to hard labour and had to knit a gown
There was no other wool so she got it from the sheep
When milady saw the result, she then began to weep
There is a moral to this story, don’t colour the hairs on your head
Although if you really must, then do it in shades of red

RDP#7: Purple