My Rhode Island Red
My Rhode Island Red,
With a cluck and a clack,
Preens his fine feathers,
Upon his fine back.
My Rhode Island Red,
With a clack and a cleck,
Wears his new bow tie,
Around his fine neck.
My Rhode Island Red,
With a click and a cleek,
Looks for a stone,
To sharpen his beak.
My Rhode Island Red,
With a clack and a click,
Sees his comb in a mirror
And thinks he looks slick.
My Rhode Island Red,
Now looking quite fine,
Goes to the shops,
To buy some mulled wine.
My Rhode Island Red,
With a clank and a clunk
Staggers around,
Now feeling quite drunk.
My Rhode Island Red
With a clack and a clock,
Retires to bed,
And sleeps like a rock!
Richardpeej 2012
With a cluck and a clack,
Preens his fine feathers,
Upon his fine back.
My Rhode Island Red,
With a clack and a cleck,
Wears his new bow tie,
Around his fine neck.
My Rhode Island Red,
With a click and a cleek,
Looks for a stone,
To sharpen his beak.
My Rhode Island Red,
With a clack and a click,
Sees his comb in a mirror
And thinks he looks slick.
My Rhode Island Red,
Now looking quite fine,
Goes to the shops,
To buy some mulled wine.
My Rhode Island Red,
With a clank and a clunk
Staggers around,
Now feeling quite drunk.
My Rhode Island Red
With a clack and a clock,
Retires to bed,
And sleeps like a rock!
Richardpeej 2012