―Sarah Dessen, Along for the Ride
There was a peacock who often boasted about his beauty. Everyday he walked to the banks of a large lake and looked at his own reflection and said “Oh what a beautiful bird I am! Look at my colorful tail!”
Once the peacock saw a crane on the banks of the lake. He said with a sneer to the crane, “What a colorless bird you are! You have no beautiful and colorful feathers like mine”.
The crane replied, “Of course! I don’t have beautiful feathers. But, my feathers can make me fly across the lake. Can your feathers make you fly?” There was no reply from the peacock.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me:
Twelve Lords A – Leaping
Eleven Ladies Dancing
Ten pipers piping
Nine drummers drumming
Eight maids A – milking
Seven swans A-swimming
Six geese A-Laying
Five Golden Rings
Four Calling Birds
Three French Hens
Two Turtle Doves
and a Partridge in a Pear Tree.