ONE FINE LADY
one fine lady
donning a peacock's feather
all dressed in fire and stone
oh how she bled that it was me
who plucked that feather from her head
I was the one who stole the jewel
from the middle of her brow
yet through her banter
it was me that time would not allow
though I wear a peasant's suit
thick hide to brace against the weather
still freedom rings another song
but dare not don a fancy feather