Struttin' the Peacock Rag

Struttin' the Peacock Rag
(Just a note. The males lose their long tail feathers in autumn
- not that it stops them struttin' the peacock rag)

Flash the blue high stepper
Doffing the green fedora
Sparkle the blades
Down the legs
And strut the peacock rag

Wink your wings to the ladies
Croon that old siren song
Hop with the rest
Show her your best
And strut the peacock rag

Spring is your casino royale
Summer is Reno and Vegas
Swooning the hens
Mooning the wrens
And strutting the peacock rag

But alas it is now coming winter
The tail is tattered and bare
Lost the last feather
Damn this weather
And strutting the peacock rag

You waggle your tail boldly
And furl your pinions up high
Sadly only stubs
No eyes, only nubs
Trying to peacock rag.

And the ladies are all a twitter
Giggling in a dither
At their silly peacock rag.

Lynn Kincade