Inspired and prompted by Magpie # 39
A Proud Tradition
We lead the world
At the break of dawn, at 5.30 sharp
we are up
We brace ourselves, our crown up erect
We take a stance ,
toss our head back
the melodious tune is sung
Cocker- doo-doodle do
A strange biological clock
Triggered the act
Everyday with out fail, true for a fact
Only then you humans moved
Your lazy bones to follow suit
to be up and about
though there are an odd few
who insist
of breakfast in bed
We rule the world
Through the 4 corners of the earth
Big China, India and anywhere else
The Colonel
in pure white flannel
Goateed , smiling , forever in a good mood
Its ‘finger licking good’
We decide our own destiny
We are not to be bullied
We stand proud of our reputation
We are of the most difficult species to be trained
Unlike others
who could be led by the nose
We have our own mind
Don’t Pavlov us, we’ve had enough
And another thing
Cut out that crap of ‘chicken and egg’
We’re first on the scene
A chicken can create an egg
Can an egg do the same?
