I posted this back on another thread in October, but have been so proud of it I wanted to "publish" it here, in this thread. (I'm trying to distract myself as the days and hours count down to the hearing...)
To be sung to the tune of "Piano Man."
Its five A. M. on a Saturday
The rooster and hens shuffle out
Theres a biddy below the favorite roost
Fluffing feathers and bawking aloud
She clucks, Son, can you give me a boost?
Im not really sure of my wings anymore
But the roost way up high is where I belong
When I was a pullet of yours.
Help me earn rank, youre the Rooster man
Tell those young hens Im alright.
Well, everyones pecking around in the dirt
And you keep the flock really tight.
Now Champ at the door is my own little chick
He brings me some treats for free
And hes quick with the bugs or juiciest grubs
But theres someplace that hed rather be.
He says, Mom, there are hens outside in the pens,
As the chirp fell away from his beak.
Well Im sure I could catch just a couple of them
If I could just practice my sneak.
Now Rusty is a trusty young cockerel
Who stops some of the burgeoning strife.
And hes scratchin with Davy (who tastes good with gravy
Once he comes to the end of his life).
And the pullets are practicing Egg Songs
As the broodies pluck feathers to bone
Yes, theyre sharing the best of all of the nests
But its better than laying alone.
Help me earn rank, youre the Rooster man
Tell those young hens Im alright
Well, everyones pecking around in the dirt
And you keep the flock really tight
Its the happiest flock on a Saturday
And the Head Rooster wing dances with style
Cause he knows that its me that brings them the feed
To turn upside down beaks into smiles.
And the coop is empty of pullets and hens
And the flock, well, it clucks very clear
And they scratch in the weeds looking for seeds
To bok, This is the best place right here!
