Rose Fyleman

1877_1957 / Nottingham

Peacocks

PEACOCKS sweep the fairies' rooms;

They use their folded tails for brooms;

But fairy dust is brighter far

Than any mortal colours are;

And all about their tails it clings

In strange designs of rounds and rings;

And that is why they strut about

And proudly spread their feathers out.
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