[Lady Jag]

Peacocks? Those are chickens.

[Soaring Feather]

A peacock may be a chicken,
but a proud one is he
his lady is on the dull side
I like the color of his feathers
that's way I chose him
his attitude matches mine
as his strutting round is refined.

And when he shrieks out loud
his piercing, shrill voice
can be heard for miles and miles around.