The Blue Velvet Bird

In a wonderful land of emerald; in a crystal castle that glowed amber in the light of an orange, crescent shaped sun lived a prince of silver and a princess of gold and the princess had a bird with feathers of blue velvet and eyes of greenest jade that she loved very much for, whenever she played a special golden flute,  it sang and whirls of golden song like arabesques poured from its mouth.
But one day the golden princess forgot to lock the birds golden cage and the bird flew away and she was so unhappy that, down her face of gold, there poured small diamond tears.
So the Silver Prince vowed that he would search the world until he found the bird of blue velvet and, taking the golden flute and getting upon a ship of silver he sailed over seas of crumpled and rustling white silk.
And he searched the land of rubies that sparkles with vermilion glow, playing the gold flute as he wandered over its rose covered hills and vales but the blue velvet bird was not there; then he searched the land of Amethyst that sparkles bright purple, playing the flute as he travelled across its fields of heather but the blue velvet bird was not there either and finally he searched the icy land of diamonds that sparkles with a light of pure white, playing his flute as climbed diamond mountains capped with white ermine snow but still he could not find the blue velvet bird.
So, sadly, then the silver Prince got back into his silver ship and turned homewards.
But as he was sailing home across the silken sea, a terrible storm rose up; lightning of barbed wire ripped through a blue satin sky; the sea of silk became a jagged sea of shattered glass and a typhoon like a pirouetting corkscrew of steel rose up and it carried his ship to the coal island of an iron witch.
And the iron witch melted down his silver ship with breath of blue gas flame and locked up the silver prince inside a cage of iron and, because he thought he would never see his golden princess again, he wept white tears of pearl.
But then, as he was sitting in his cage, the prince started to play the princess's golden flute.
He played a sad song like the sadness he felt within his heart.
But as he was playing the song, a little bird appeared nearby and, perching in a tinfoil tree, started to sing a song like golden arabesques winding through the air.
It was the blue velvet bird with eyes of jade that the prince had been searching for and seeing it, the princes heart leapt as high as a skyrocket.
"Now if only I could escape from this cage of iron", said the Silver Prince to the bird, "Then I could return home to my golden princess".
But then, hearing this, the blue velvet bird flew into the tin house of the iron witch and, seeing her snoring in bed, picked up her iron keys in its beak of gold.
The keys rattled loudly but, thankfully, not as loud as the witch's snoring and then the blue velvet bird carried the keys back to the silver prince and the prince used them to free him from the cage. 
But the witch had melted the Silver Princes Silver ship and so he had to steal the witches boat carved from stone and sail it back home and the stone ship skipped across the silken sea like a pebble that is skimmed upon a lake.
But no sooner had the prince departed the witch's island when she woke up and, seeing that the prince had escaped, got onto her flying broom that was a giant paintbrush and, propelled by painted, whirling flames of every colour, the witch followed the prince across the sea of silk.
Then, when she was over the Prince in the stone ship, the witch used her wand that was a little paintbrush to paint rockets and blazing comets upon the satin sky that then rained down upon the stone ship, setting fire to its painted paper sails.
Seeing the sails of his ship reduced to cinders, the Silver prince began to despair but then he noticed that, upon the stone ship was a small locked box made of mother-of-pearl and, remembering the rattling keys that he had used to escape the witches cage he tried to use them to unlock the box.
And finally, after trying every key, he found one that fitted but, when he put the key into the key hole and turned it he realized that it was the key for winding up something mechanical.
So he continued to wind up the box with the key; he wound it three times and when he could turn it no more, suddenly the box sprang open and out came a magical tune made of tinkling golden and silver notes that, swarming around the iron witch like gold and silver bees, carried her far, far away.
But then, finally, the silver prince returned to the land of emerald and the crystal castle of his golden princess and he gave her back the blue velvet bird that she loved so much and like a ray of sunshine was her smile when she heard it sing.
But then he wound up the witch's magical music box again and he and his princess waltzed round and round beneath the diamond stars and the shining silver moon.