I play see-saw with my gentle peacock
I see, he saw
Spread feathers shimmer hues
Fly us around o\'er mountain tops
I say call gentle drops
I hee, he falls
On me speck goose bumps
Cry us around slower like shepherd flocks
I spot eye spots on tail plumes
I sleep, he bores
Handsome trains and blues
Shy us around sober without pop of corks
I ought to sit with my pea Humes
I sip, he straws
All still on the parks
Die us into previous scenes