Rocky the Rooster

Rocky was a Bantam of infinite style He knew how to drive all the chicks wild Then one hapless day he fell in the pond Farmer Cherie was there, first to respond Hauling Rocky out, wrung him like a dish rag Rocky pulled through, but his brain did lag He'd be struttin' his stuff, then he'd be on his back Like a toy train that had ran off it's track Farmer Cherie would have to go give Rocky a boost Put him back on his feet to walk on self induced Time and again Rocky lay on the ground Feet in the air with the other chickens around Never made a fuss or let out a "Doodle" Just waited there patiently out of his noodle Well, winter came along, and wouldn't you know Rocky tipped over on day out in the snow Try as she might Cherie couldn't find while callin' Rocky in the yard, for all the snow fallin' The search was called off due to loss of sunlight It would be up to Rocky to pull through this plight Next day, they spotted his foot poking out with a leg Also the tip of a beak and a bright red comb like a flag While flat on his back, The snow had frozen Rocky He no longer would strut the yard, bold and cocky Thus is the tale of Rocky Rooster my friends And so it is, my poem comes to an end Just a side note, this sad story really is true Told to me by my friend Cherie as I told it to you "Chicken Poem" contest Placement: Honorable Mention