The parrot's unaware his plumage vies
To win the palm, be lauded to the skies,
Defying, as he does, the painter's eye
To capture all its splendours where they lie.
The pride presumed to swell his feathered breast
Resides, in truth, in humans much impressed,
Whereas, among his avian brethern set,
His statenment is with recognition met.
Whenever he displays his finery
He shows himself as he is meant to be -
His soul mate will descry the one she knows
When perched upon the treetops, where he glows.
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