The Peacock’s Train.
Reading edition
The peacock spreads his brilliant train, And struts about with pride, No other bird seems quite so vain, In all the regions wide. Each plume is like a sparkling gem, Of rich and radiant dyes; Some cherub must have painted them, And all those shining eyes. And if I had as fine a gown As his, upon my word I’d strut a little, up and down; And be as vain a bird.
