Guess Who I Am

I preen and I primp. I am all that and more really. Other creatures avoid me. I understand why. They are intimidated by my beauty. I am a hundred times prettier than my wife. She has to be plain, so she can hide our eggs In the tall brown grass. But I can strut and do. My crown waving in the wind. People drive by and almost fall out of their cars Watching me fan myself; for I am a gorgeous hunk of male.