He struts his stuff with gait like few
Azul and green complete his hue
Shows majesty and gifted-Grace
Can be no other in his place
Solomon's Glory? But mere sham
Against lush raiment from I Am
"Look here!" he says to all with eyes
His subjects gain a glad surprise
Vice she who wears black, tan and brown
And seems to live in his background
None look upon her marked bland
Nor seek to mimic mundane bans
But she still wears a smile inside
If asked, her secret she'll confide
Holds no will to plumage flaunt
For she holds what he really wants
|"Hey Baby! Look at THIS!"
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