Treasure Island

DEEPIKA GANESH

(OCTOBER 6,1999 / TIRUNELVELI)

The Graceful Peacock


Dancing dancing all day long
Listening to a pitter- patter song
The peacock is a beautiful bird
The prettiest one you have ever heard
It's raining very lightly now
And you can see the peacock bow
It spread its feathers, clear and wide
So attractive, that it could even stop a tide
It danced and danced, all over the place
With a cheerful and happy face
It made a strange noise
And went near the woods
Soon a graceful peahen came out and stood
They both danced and danced all the day
I was really sad when the rain stopped
And the couple went away
I was sure there'll be another rainyday
And the little company will come again.

Submitted: Friday, January 23, 2009
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