The roosters are crowing
A contest of sorts
They crow in the morning
They’ve made it a sport
The newer ones start it
Then Pecky joins in
They crow at each other
They cause quite a din
The ladies all flutter
The girls fluff their wings
At four silly roosters
As they crow, call and sing
They started out quiet
Uncertain and muffled
And when they got louder
Some feathers were ruffled
Now it’s a battle
Between old and new
Who can crow louder
The white or the blue?
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