Najim and His Peckers

[Verse] Down in the foothills, where the olive trees stand, There's a fella named Najim with a plan in hand, He comes from Morocco, where the deserts spread wide, With his flock of peckers, walkin' side by side. [Verse 2] Folks in the town say they're quite a sight, Those birds strut around from mornin' till night, Najim's got a way with his feathered friends, They singin' a tune, that never seems to end. [Chorus] Najim and his peckers, they rule the land, Feathers flyin' loose, like a country band, From dawn till dusk, in the heart of clay, They bring a little joy to each and every day. [Verse 3] Najim works hard, never a day off, With his peckers in line, he’s the talk of the trough, In the markets they cackle, in the fields they roam, When Najim calls 'em in, they all come home. [Verse 4] The townsfolk gather 'round, cheerin’ them on, To the tune of Najim's favorite country song, A bit of the old world, mixed with the new, Their rhythm and blues, all shiny and true. [Chorus] Najim and his peckers, they rule the land, Feathers flyin' loose, like a country band, From dawn till dusk, in the heart of clay, They bring a little joy to each and every day.