Riding Rooster To Easter Town
Riding a rooster all the way to Easter town
Makes the work seem easy said a strange clown.
Who is that girl? Why is she the one getting to ride?
His mother lambasted him, taking him back inside.
You don’t make fun of people; your jealousy is showing.
The rooster was strutting, doing a teensy bit of crowing.
Girl on his back was loving her seat so high in the sky.
We never figured out though who chose her and why.
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