Roosters are proud pictures of vainglory,
Strutting their magnificent stuff a lot;
Don't indulge in self love like the roosters do,
When God says Not! It's an irksome love not.
Those love nots aren't worth the wages of sin,
Sackcloth and ashes can't save a rebel;
The haughty put a curse on their own kin,
When God calls Come back! Don't act unable.
Hens gather together chicks 'neath their wings,
Protecting them from an earthly stew-pot;
Don't be world-weary, copy the wise hen,
When God says Not! It's a fretful love not.
Those love nots aren't worth the wages of sin,
Sackcloth and ashes can't save a rebel;
The haughty put a curse on their own kin,
When God calls Come back! Don't act unable.
Chicken feed is a measure of value,
Oodles, gobs, heaps estimate all you've got;
Don't crave cash, it's the root of all evil,
When God says Not! It's a worthless love not.
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