From a big brown
egg he was hatched one day,
He was a cocky
little fellow to his mum´s dismay,
Was fluffy, puffed
& yellow with a strut of his own,
He practiced his
crowing till he got the right tone.
He´s a good looking
chicken, strutting the farm,
Showing all critters
that he´s the king of the barn,
Handsome lil rooster,
feathered green, red & gold,
With sharp yellowed
toes so very piercing & bold.
Wearing his crown,
scarlet deep & befitting a king,
Flirting hens
broody by flapping his big gold wings,
A cock-doodle-doo,
awakening siren in the dawn,
A how-do-you-do?
Get up, now the sun is warm.
My little rooster´s
not for finger-licking-picking,
Because he´s just
the best looking little chicken,
So he´ll rule
& reign the roost til his ripe old age,
And never be stuffed
& eaten with onions & sage.
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