The finch he splashes colors brightly
Frames his song above me sprightly
Takes my hand a melody to show
In drab, his song alone colors the ‘bow.
Peacock on the other hand carries his gift in strut
To show he is the top most of his rut
Clumsy egotism hoards his gold for him alone
Threaten to expose his plume? He run hides behind his throne.