Mickey Stone our Rooster
rooster with pizazz is what I want on my tombstone
these directions were given to us by our crower, Mickey Stone
I want to be laid in a casket with satin sheets of red.
But make sure first that I am truly dead.
He was an arrogant pompous rooster, of course.
Mickey Stone, who intimidated our cows, donkeys and horse.
He strutted all over the barnyard like he owned us all.
Nothing about this braggart was tiny or small.
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