I'Ve Been Known To Preen

I don’t like to crow, but I’m an expert at giving my enemies the I-could-not-care-less-about-you strut. I’ll let you in on a bit of a secret. Watch out when I stick my nose in the air, and push out my big gut. On a good day, I have been known to preen in front of seventeen amazed women, in front of your very hut. So stand back, young woman, as I spread out my glorious feathers of turquoise, blue, and green, keep your coop shut. I know you are looking at me weirdly, wondering whether or not I’m some kind of amazingly good-looking nut. I’m telling you darling, run for the hills, and find another – there are some at least half as fine, with no scuttlebutt. I am a danger to you, little peahen, so you’d best stay away, run while you’re at it; follow your gut!