He Is the Prettiest Rooster
He is the prettiest rooster I have ever seen.
Handsome too, she said. She was the chicken hawk queen.
We had heard rumors about them both, some of them mean.
She was an ugly hen, kind of pathetically drably and green.
He is the talk of the barnyard, she told us. For sure!
If she was in love, he was possibly her sights-set-on-cure.
We watched him crowing, he was standing so near.
I think she would like him to call her “my dear”.
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