The Fox and the Rooster

In a pen of grass and hay
Lived a rooster day to day
Living with his hens and feed
Boasting of his will and greed

The world is not a scary place
Ill go there and I’ll have a taste
And there a fox heard his plight
And said come to my house tonight

Ill show you what the world is like
Come over the walls to mine tonight
The Rooster agreed unknowingly
Not realizing dangerously

And so he climbed over the gate
He did not slow or hesitate
To which he thought was so much fun
But he knew not much of what to come

In the cave the fox did wait
Awaiting for the Roosters fate
Boiling water in a pot
This Rooster did not stand a lot

He walked into the darkened cave
He felt so cold and now afraid
The fox jumped out and grabbed his tail
The rooster screamed to no avail

And then a spot of luck arose
And got that rooster on his toes
His tail feathers came undone
And gave him freedom now to run

He ran across the countryside
Into his pen where he could hide
And never did he boast again
Not to the farm or to the hens

And anytime he got to proud
All the hens in the crowd
Point to his tail bare and still
Where no feathers grow an never will
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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