Argus Pheasant said to Peacock, “I can dance better than you,”

Peacock said back, with a tone of attack, “Well when it comes to pizazz,

I think that’s what you lack!”

 

Pheasant got mad and Peacock did too,

So the both of them did,

What they both usually do!

 

Peacock fanned out his tail in a great, wide array,

The sun making each feather shine,

Pheasant looked miffed at the gaudy display,

And started threatening Peacock right back!

 

Pheasant bowed very low,

Reared his tail up real slow,

And flashed his wings in a beautiful ring,

Creating a taupe-colored halo,

The two a clash of feathers,

and flapping of wings.

 

A hen watched from afar,

Lost for what to say,

Beak held ajar,

Took her best friends to have fun,

‘Cause who wants to deal with that, anyway?