The Peacock

ā˜… 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.

ā˜…Ā Checkout this song aswell :
Oh, Catalina Magdalena