A pheasant calls its pleasant pheasant call br Beautiful to its Lady br This peasant peacock br Struts its stuttered strut across the garden br Steady stepping slow measured steps br Followedbyaraceacrossthegrass. br The Lady Hen moves meekly mildly after br br This strangled Pavarotti of the long grass br Crowcalls his pompous self br Importance, magnificent bumptious bird. br Napoleonic sense of style, br In cockade coloured collar br Like barricade badge on such a noble neck br Your Lady Hen follows out of sight, as your Royal commands br br I know you Mr. Pheasant, I meet you every day. br You are the Office Bully br You are the Club Bore br You are the Chain of Office br You are the Blazer Bugger br You are the Fourpenpocketperson br You are the Badge Bearer br You are Through the Chair br You are Out in Front br Is that your wife behind br br I see you Mr. Pheasant, I know your pompous play br In you we see ourselves, br You make us all look stupid everyday br br Across the garden now beneath the birdfood br You peck your lordly selfish portion, br Chest out, head back, all colours blazing. br Your Lady Hen still follows meekly to the fare br Lady Marian to your Will Scarlett, humble, br Dressed in the muted magnificence of Motherhood. br Loud Lord and Lovely Lady, a salutary pair br br Martin Swords, September 2007 br br ******************************************* br br You need to be familiar with the poise and mannerisms of br Pheasants to know just how pompous and arrogant they br appear, and how they look like people we all know.