Peacocks are pretty and pompous and proud,
They fan out their feathers and play to the crowd,
They air their opinions incredibly loud,
And BORE people.
Peacocks like having each pretty tail feather
Impeccably turned out, whatever the weather,
They love to strut round and to prattle and blether
And BORE people.
I’€™ll vow you know Peacocks among your own friends,
Whose self – aggrandisement knows no bounds or ends,
Whose arrogant droning invariably tends
To BORE people.