Mr Cock Pheasant

“Good morning to you Mr Cock Pheasant you are stalking seeking seeds and it isn’t very pleasant
Pelting, pouring precipitation
making my garden soaking wet
Tho the grass is growing greener it is saturated I regret
You strut so speedily with your four tiny picks on the end of those two thin, skinny sticks

I wonder do you know how colourful you look your like a flamboyant fascination in a picturesque book
Such razzle dazzle blazing dynamic displays, garnishes of glorious golden arrays
Ostentatious oranges with deep darkened hues, russet radiances of reds with a hint of blues
Glittering and gleaming in the midday sun, pecking out the worms from the earth one by one