I hear them squeal, I see them preen
Fans all spread out, neat and clean
Grab hold of the morning, head out to the porch
Feel the wind stopping, feel the sun scorch
I fear for my safety, you can see it in my eyes
In an hour or two, we will rise
Then a sharp breeze kicks up
I hug myself hard
How come there's peaco*ks in the front yard?
Sun's all prickly on my neck
When the helicopter pa**es, we both hit the deck
Hands grasping and groping
Seizing opportunity right where it lies
The sky will fall, we will rise