Layla the Barnyard Floosy
Layla is a barnyard floosy said Farmer Ted
She riles up the roosters until their beaks turn red
her feathers have been dyed orange, blue, purple and pink
my wife changes her up in the kitchen sink
the rest of the hens are angry all of the time
they want their feathers dyed green, lemonade and lime
it’s too expensive, he said, I wish she would stop
But she is practicing before she opens her new beauty shop
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