In the fields where humble peasants toil,
Amidst the soil, their hands in turmoil,
A noble pheasant takes to flight,
With colours bold, a splendid sight.
But do not let appearances deceive,
For in the heart, we all believe,
That worth is not defined by feathered grace,
But by the spirit in every face.
So let us not confuse the two,
For in each soul, a greatness true,
Whether peasant or pheasant, we all belong,
In the grand tapestry of life’s song.