Peppy The Peacock
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Marilyn Lott
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The poor little scruffy bird
Feathers missing in spots
He squawked so pitifully
You kind of wanted him to stop
He’s become a sort of mascot
In this neighborhood
Everyone watches after him
And truly has understood
Did he get caught in the tornado?
For that’s the way he looked
Like the funnel caught him up
And he shook and shook and shook
But you’ll be happy to know, my friends
Folks love him on every block
They feed him wherever he goes
Sweet little Peppy the Peacock!
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