Friday, 18 September 2015

The foul chicken.

Racing 'cross meadows and forests and streams
Chasing away the dark and our dreams
The warm, golden fingers of the morning's new sun
Telling the chicken the day had begun
He fluttered his feathers and puffed out his chest
Perched on the gatepost, his back to the west
And signalled the start of a day that was new
With a hearty cock-a-doodle, a-doodle-cock-do

His day's toil over, his job being a doddle
He went down to where the ducks quacked, flapped and waddled
He strutted and clucked his way through the crowd
Of ducks gathered there and announced rather loud
"There's a pond needs be swum in and quacks to be quacked
Now get to work or I'll see you all sacked"
The same every morning, he'd appear with his frown
Squawking his orders and making ducks down

He bullied the cows, was a swine to the pigs
Got on nanny's goat and upset her kids
He scared all the lambs by shouting "mint sauce!"
Then went to the paddock and sat on the horse
Watching and waiting for that moment when
He'd catch a glimpse of that lovely, plump hen
The one that he'd fallen for, hook, line and sinker
Who just couldn't stand him, who thought him a stinker!

He saw her and called out, "cock-a-yoohoo"
But she just called back "Can't stop, things to do"
The horse looked around at the bird on his bum
And said "Tell me, chum, why you looking so glum?"
The chicken didn't answer, just stared hard and long
"What's up?" Asked the horse, "Did the cat take your tongue?"
"Oh my word," The chicken did squawk
"I had no idea that horses could talk?"

Now, the horse had been horsing around and about
Long before the proud rooster had cracked his way out
Of the egg that his mother had laid on the floor
Older and wiser, he'd seen it before
"Go on then, old timer", the chicken enquired
"She really should like me, I'm cock of the yard!"
The old horse just snorted, "If you want my advice
Learn to be nice or she'll never look twice"

He thought it a long shot, but well worth a try
Tomorrow he'd be a far nicer guy
That night he slept with a smile on his bill
And woke as the sun rose from behind the hill
He knocked on the door of the farmer's old house
Then whistled and wandered over to the little duck-house
Popped his head through the door and called quietly
"Cock-a-doodle-doodle, a-doodle-cock-dee"

All that day long he kept a smile on his beak
And took extra time to stop and to speak
With every farm animal, the great and the small
He smiled and was pleasant to one and to all
Silly songs he sang and silly jokes he told
All about chickens crossing a road
He'd struggled at first, he'd have to admit
But by that afternoon he'd got the hang of it

He went back to see his new friend, the old nag
Who stood in the field with his nose in a bag
"I did it, I've managed to be nice all day"
"That's great" said the horse as he munched on his hay
"And was she impressed with the new, nicer you?"
The chicken said "Impressed?  Impressed with me who?"
So busy being nice to the pigs in the pen
He'd forgotten all about the lovely, plump hen

A voice from behind, "cluck cluck cluck cooee
I'd heard you'd be here, waiting for me"
He stammered and stuttered, his cheeks flushing red
Lost for words, he nodded his head
"There's a barn dance tonight, I hear you'd like to go"
"I'd love to", Said the chicken, "but how did you know?
A cough from the horse, he looked over his shoulder
The horse smiled and said, "It was me who told her"

The barn didn't dance, but the barn-dance was great
The cock and the hen danced until late
They giggled and laughed as he walked his date home
He said he liked her eyes, she said she liked his comb
Then she said goodnight with a peck on the cheek
And ensured his new smile would last for a week
The cock of the yard strutted home to his bed
And dreamed of the chicken that one day he'd wed

The farmer's far happier with his new alarm call
As are the cows, the pigs, lambs and all
Each morning's now lovely if you're a duck
And, after a while, the chicken's smile stuck
Now older and wiser, each morning he wakes
And sets off for work as each new dawn breaks
A peck on the beak as he walks out the door
The cock of the yard, foul fowl no more.


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