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
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