Peacock Poppy

Peacock Poppy, unearthed from the ground Many did he copy, the robin’s way around Many tweedles did he tweet–more than any other bird Poor Peacock Poppy just wanted to be heard Peacock Poppy, fluttering with sound His wings so floppy, they hardly speak a pound Many clouds did he circle–more than any other preen Poor Peacock Poppy just wanted to be seen Peacock Poppy, clawing a meal he found His prey still fresh, all plump and round Many birds did he lure in–more than his flock alone Poor Peacock Poppy just wanted to be known