Peacocks

Shake your tail feather

A bootylicious spray of spotted

Luxury

I don’t gotta buy your

Kinda shazam

BAM – You is

Hawt

Chickadee

I’ll fandom your fan tail

At the burlesque show

In the real wild

Oh Eyes on the prize

Sista

That train along the green

Earth –

oh brudda

Dance baby

My binoculas

Are on fire.

Ouch…

Bird watchers

Of the hood

That there

Is the 
Star 

Of

Dem

Rain forests.

Whadup?

Honour

Them.