With his high, handsome comb and his razor-sharp spurs,
This king of the roost never defers!
His spangly tail catches the eyes of the hens,
And he rounds up his ladies, counting eight, nine, and ten.
He struts ’cross the barnyard, and scuffs up the hay.
He calls to his harem, “Come, walk this way!”
Though he may look petite next to a cow or a horse,
There’s none quite so cocky as a rooster, of course.