★ The Peacock Lyrics:
Come, come, Mister Peacock, you must not be proud,
Although you can boast such a train;
For many a bird far more highly endowed
Is not half so conceited and vain.
Let me tell you, gay bird, that a suit of fine clothes
Is a sorry distinction at most,
And seldom much valued, excepting by those
Who such graces can only boast,
The nightingale certainly wears a plain coat;
But she cheers and delights with her song,
While you, though so vain, cannot utter a note
To please by the use of your tongue.
The hawk cannot boast of a plumage so gay,
But piercing and clear is her eye;
And while you are strutting about all the day,
She gallantly soars in the sky.
The dove may be clad in a plainer attire,
But she’s not so selfish and cold;
And her love and affection more pleasure inspire
Than all your fine purple and gold.
So you see, Mister Peacock, you must not be proud,
Although you can boast such a train;
For many a bird is more highly endowed,
And not half so conceited and vain.
★ Checkout this song aswell :
Oh, Catalina Magdalena