Barnyard Red

The chicken called the rooster, who's name was Barnyard Red she said there's something stiring, over in the shed. Then Red replied to chicken, i could wind up dead that just might be a fox in there, who just might have my head. The chicken said to Barnyard, are you saying I should go the babies are all hungry, they need me don't you know. Barnyard fluffed his feathers and crowed so awfuly low on the inside he was shaking, on the outside nothing showed When Red stepped threw the doorway, he soon was out of sight the noise inside was horrible, it gave the chicken fright. She ran into the hen house, away from all the light she told the other chickens, Red might die tonight. In the morning when they checked, in the shed there was a mess there was feet and feathers and a beak and Red was gone they guessed. That's to bad the chicken said, but perhaps it's for the best old Red he had been slipping, at adding to the nest. Poor Red he should have noticed, the meeting by the rock where the chicken and the fox had met and the keys made for the lock. The moral of the story is, if you're the rooster of the walk be sure to never get to old, cause the chickens they do squawk.