Was it for the feathers or for the eggs?

17 August 2010

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And the rooster crowed

And I asked, “rooster, why do you crow so”?

The rooster said, “because it is in my nature”

And the rooster showed

His lustreless feathers that shined no more

Said, wait as I get some shine from an old pasture

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The rooster strutted over to his forgotten hen

Sitting cowering there in her narrow den

And the rooster said, “give me back my lustre

Or all hell against you I will now muster”

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And the hen squawked

And I asked, “hen, why do you squawk in fright”?

The hen said, because I just want some peace

And the hen balked

At the rooster plucking her feathers, causing her plight

Said, my beautiful eggs and feathers you shall not fleece

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The rooster crowed

The hen squawked

The rooster said she owed

The hen again balked

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They ran around in circles so vicious

While foxes and wolves hailed this precious

Unexpected, juicy meal for the years to come

That would last a while, make their stomach a drum

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The fox jumped upon the hen

The wolf nabbed the rooster

And that is when each fowl realised

That they were oh so ill-advised

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And fox and wolf lived happily ever after, their stomachs replete

Morale of the story: When dead, no more feathers for which to compete