The Rooster Crows

The rooster crows at the break of dawn Another hour and he will be done Except occasionally he will breed For the job he has done, he is paid quite well Even though he only works for chicken feed While the little hen must slave all day To make an egg so she may start her family When the clutch is set, she works 24 hours shifts Around the clock; twenty one days, there she sets Sets until the hatch complete, her brood now sprung The rooster struts as if he were a king When in reality he hasn’t done a thing The little hen sings her clucking song Urging her growing brood along Somehow chicken feed doesn’t seem enough For the sacrifices that she has made But for the little hen, well, that’s just her tough Luck