RED ROOSTER Red Rooster struts around all day, with his chest out, he’s so proud He walks, he talks, on air he strides, though sometimes a little loud He prowls the barnyard all day long, the hens are very aware At night, he prowls the barns for chicks. He likes the atmosphere He sips, and smiles, and shows his style, a wink or two here and there He nips, and pecks, on some of their necks. Hoping to catch a rare He whispers sweet nothings in their ear. Hoping to stir a flame They smile, and blush, and act impressed. Well aware of his game Red Rooster rarely hangs with the guys. He would rather prowl alone He comes, and goes, without a hitch, to crowd his comfort zone The other roosters in the barns; give him space to spread his wings One code the wise roosters all live by; is to never cause a scene They all want to impress the chicks. Don’t want to blow their chance So they wave, or nod, and speak sometimes, but their purpose is to dance On the dance floor, they move and groove, make eyes and small talk too The attention they seek, from the floor and more, is all to impress you Red rooster is smart. He knows he is king. In the yard, or anywhere But he also knows, that he has to bend, in order to get somewhere So he struts, a-- t----, a-- m---- h-- m----. I-’- a-- a---- t-- c---- He knows, t--- w--- h- d--- g-- l---. I-’- b------ h- i- t-- o--; s-- c---- E. V. SIMS |
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