The stately peacock, plumaged bright,
Displays his feathers to delight
     The females who, in dowdy dress,
     He hopes sincerely to impress.

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Sleek feathered bird with head held high;
Most fabulous fowl beneath the sky.
      Fanned tails and fancy footwork mean
      You’re most intent on being seen.

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The peahen looks at length of tail
When she seeks out her perfect male.
      She notes the spots of superb plume
      And he’s judged on his grand costume.

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High up in trees they spend their night,
Their lengthy plumage packed in tight.
     When dawn arrives, their raucous screams
     Will interrupt the soundest dreams.

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In splendid, stately country homes
You’ll see the peacocks freely roam.
     On well-cared lawns, they’ll flirt and call,
     And, with their showy gait, walk tall.

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