| The Little Red Hen was feeling blue As her nightmares all were coming true. Rodney Rooster, her favorite child, Was out all night and running wild. Since he had been her only boy Sweet Rodney was her pride and joy. She dreamed as he grew strong and tall That he'd soon give the morning call. "My son, you just don't listen well! Perhaps I cracked your little shell." She told her son, her eyes turned wispy, "I fear you'll end up extra crispy. "If birds of a feather flock together You sure are flirting with fowl weather. Those owls and bats and night time birds Will drag you down, just mark my words. |
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