A Christmas peacock ruled our town
For many countless years,
And he, and other Christmas lights,
Were met each year with cheers.
The proud peacock bedazzled folk
Who walked along the street,
But once the celebrations ceased
His job was quite complete.
Packed in his box by council staff,
He’d stay there for the year,
But when next Advent season came,
He'd haughtily appear.
For certain he would be fetched out
And once more be admired,
But some folk thought it might be best
If peacock was retired.
Last year he didn’t grace our town.
Oh how we missed that bird! -
But much discussion showed the fact
That new lights were preferred.
So now a million fairy lights
Bedeck our town today,
And after Christmas, someone asked
If these new lights might stay.
They shine out from the cherry trees
That line our busy streets -
And a million tiny Christmas lights
On summer nights look sweet!
Our bandstand also brightly shines
With multi-coloured lights
And all these lights, seen from above,
Shine like a diamond bright.
Now Ilkley, known as Bradford's gem,
Outshines the stars above,
And we, who proudly boast of this,
Speak of these lights with love.
But poor old peacock – what of him? -
Oh, let me dry my eyes.
Has peacock joined celestial friends
To floodlight dark night skies?
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