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Young Cynthia and I (both birds) were simply
Walking on the lawn.
A little drab we both agreed
Peahens who’s day’d not dawned
When all at once a splendid cock
Came sauntering our way
And in deep manly peacock tones
He to both of us did say
Chorus
Aah sweet hens two, aah sweet hens two
Your loveliness I see
How can I make you fall in love
With handsome virile me

Well Cynth and I were real impressed
By words so silky smooth
But we held back and waited
Though his attitude did soothe
The fears all virgin peahens have
About being taken in
By peacocks with a way for words
But a mind hell bent on sin
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Aah sweet hens two, aah sweet hens two
Your beauty I can see
How can I make you fall in love
With gorgeous sexy me

Well, when he saw we had our doubts
He quickly came our way
And raising up his gorgeous tail
Gave us a grand display
He twirled and pivoted for us
All glittering in the sun
Then asked us very politely
If he could give us one
Chorus
Aah sweet hens two, aah sweet hens two
Your sexiness I see
I could make love to both of you
Yes striking virile me

But Cynth and I we knew our stuff
We’d listened to our Mums
And so the cock had not his way
We laid down on our tums
And faced him with a benign smile
And both of us did say
That unless he got his willy out
We would both go away
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Cos sweet hens two, cos sweet hens two
They know that if they stayed
That a great big tail ain’t no substitute
If the willy won’t make the grade