All the men of the world
Are Roosters with feathers
All the Women are hens
With feathers
We all are from an egg
My brothers were all Roosters
We all lived in a barn
Our barn not your barn
We all married hens
With feathers
I married three hens
Some say I was a bad Rooster
Because more then one hen loved me
They must have loved my comb
Or my feathers
Now my brothers are all gone
The hens have moved on
I rule the roost
And am king of my barn
My barn - not your barn
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