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Grandma had a big red rooster,
Couldn’t keep him in a pen,
Thought he was king of the barn yard,
Was worse than a mother hen.

He was always on watch to spur,
Anything that came his way,
He even chased the dog and cat,
He always had the right of way.

Even the old mule would raise up,
And stomp his feet braying,
And the poor old hens would start running,
Every time they saw him coming.

We grand kids were afraid of him,
We kept our eyes open wide,
He was a mean old red rooster,
Thought he owned the outside.

One day my cousin came out the door,
Just as the old red rooster
Came running to show he was boss,
Big fight about to occur.

He got the surprise of his life,
She hit him right in the head,
With and old heavy iron skillet,
She thought for sure he was dead.

He lay there for a few minutes,
Got up and staggered off,
After that, he wasn’t so speedy,
To make himself a showoff.

©Codell Reed Donehoo
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