Tickles My Feathers
Humans have a thing for us birds,
Wanting to know secrets we keep.
A peahen, I don't say the words
How human act. I just say 'bleep.'
Humans fitted me with hi tech
To see how I see a peacock.
I play along - oh what the heck!
If I don't do it, they'll just squawk.
The peacock puts on quite a show,
Rattles feathers to catch my eye.
I'm out for some fun - doncha know!
No rush to hitch up with one guy.
The fans flair out as peacocks strip,
Best place a gal can stick a tip.
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