Old Mr. Rooster came walking past my door
It was the day before Thanksgiving
He wasn't scarred no more
He walked right on past the front porch
He walked right on into the back yard
Mr. Rooster was home he said
He strutted right on through the yard
He holds his head up nice and tall
He teases Missy and she gets mad
Old Mr. Rooster he is home he says
He keeps on strutting
Holding his head up nice and tall
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