Once in a forest, a Sparrow sang his daily song, a simple tune but one every creature in the forest knew by heart. 

It was plain and unremarkable, amongst the many offerings by the birds, but carried the warmth and familiarity of shared mornings.

Peacock, with his dazzling feathers, on hearing the Sparrow’s song each morning, saw the woodland creatures nodding in quiet appreciation. He desired the attention that the insignificant Sparrow was receiving each day.

“Such a drab melody by an ugly bird” Peacock scoffed, “but I can make it far better, so that they will listen to me each morning!”
He puffed his brilliant chest, spread wide his iridescent tail and shimmered and strutted a grand parade. He sang the Sparrow’s tune with added flourishes and trills, claiming it as his own creation.
The forest gasped, enchanted by his beautiful spectacle.
“Behold my wondrous song!” Peacock crowed, basking in their awe.

The Sparrow perched on a branch nearby quietly chirped, “But that’s my song, merely dressed in your feathers.”
The creatures murmured, recognizing the truth beneath the glamour. Peacock’s face fell as their admiration faded, for they valued the honest simplicity of Sparrow’s voice over borrowed grandeur.

Moral: Appropriation may dazzle for a moment, but Truth sings with lasting clarity.

Others may have what we do not, but claiming it as our own invites ridicule rather than admiration.
The humble Sparrow knows what it is and does not claim to be a peacock. The proud Peacock already has all it needs to shine but by wanting more, made others think less of what he had to display.