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A farmer had a cockerel - the pride of any farm –
Who strutted round the farmyard and ne’er did any harm.
The lady hens all loved him. They looked at him with pride –
But the day that Cocky disappeared – well, everybody cried.
They searched barnyard buildings; they hunted high and low.
They missed his lovely plumage, yearned for his morning crow.
They couldn’t find poor Cocky, no matter how they tried.
“Oh! He can’t have left our farmyard!” and everybody sighed.
The winter winds began to blow, the rain beat down as well.
People decorated households; from the kitchen came a smell.
News began to circulate but it surely wasn’t true –
“ Their Christmas lunch is Cocky” – their worst fears grew and grew.
The hens then fumed with anger. The ducks began to quack.
“How can we ever trust them if we don’t get Cocky back?”
The family sat at dinner, and the carving knife came out –
The hens looked in at “Cocky” and then began to doubt.
This surely wasn’t Cocky for this bird was twice his size –
“He never had a breast like that and just look at those thighs!”
Suddenly they heard a crow – a familiar sound to all -
Which came from inside the stable, beside the horse’s stall.
“It’s our Cocky” said the little hens. “Let’s run and say hello.”
“Yes” said all the white ducks, “Where he went, we’d like to know.”
Cocky was confronted, though the truth is sometimes hard –
For he’d been visiting the ladies in the nextdoor farmer’s yard.
Copyright 2008