The Neighbour's Peacock

In neighbour's yard enclosed by concrete wall All through the day his male blue peacock call Unpleasant to the ear his harsh wild cry And I wish to other place the bird would fly. Perhaps the bird of his beauty feels proud And that's one reason why he calls aloud But his high pitched voice unpleasant to the ear And other birds I'd much prefer to hear. The peacock's train fanned out in great display A thing of natural beauty people say And for peacock attractive is the word But his voice doesn't match the beauty of the bird. I hear him call each morning at daybreak The bird whose voice one never could mistake The loudest call of any bird I know And as he age the louder his voice grow. Before the sun has lit the morning skies He wakes the neighbours with his harsh wild cries And his voice can carry half a mile or more And I wish he'd fly elsewhere the bird next door.