Well, although it's a myth, it still counts.
The title is as blunt as the Phoenix.
A bird who flaunts it's fiery feathers with a pompous attitude.
It's resolute about having a grand entry, I mean it rises from it's ashes everytime, how resolute.
It seems that no bird not even another phoenix is good enough to birth it
except itself, how it does this does confuse.
And remember don't tell it I said this or else I'll have to defuse.
You may be amused about it till it comes at you with aloofness that aludes you.
It may seduce you with it's promises of immortality and perfume of passion but remember not to be polluted or deluded.
I warn you 'cause if you are then it will consume one hell of a burnt breakfast.
Or maybe it will deem you not good enough and go steal a necklace, oh how jealous.