Barnyard Red
The chicken called the roster whos name was Barnyard Red
she said that something stirring over in the shed.
Then Red replied you must be crazy I could wind up dead
that just might be a fox in there and he could have my head.
The chicken said to Barnyard are you saying I should go
the babies all are hungry they need me don't you know.
Barnyard fluffed his feathers and crowed so awlfully 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 you heard 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
Oh well the chicken said it could be for the best
Red was realy slipping at adding to the nest.
Poor Red he should have noticed the meeting by the rock
where the chicken and the fox had sat and the keys made for the lock
The moral of the story is if your the rooster of the walk
be sure you never get to old cause the chickens they do squawk
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