"I'm still young."
Said the Peacock
To Mr Fox.
"I'm still young
And already quite weary of
Living for a scrapbook."
"Well, don't count your luck."
Said Mr fox
to the Peacock,
"I'm quite old
And have lost everything I own
Along the road."
"Is that so?"
Spoke the Peacock
To Mr Fox
As she opened her wings up,
"Take a good hard look,
I'm my own scrapbook."
Mr Fox jumped on a rock
Then told the Peacock,
"Just like the streams and trees,
We all have ripples
And we all have rings
But only some of us
Are so lucky to have wings."
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