Shaft strolled across the barnyard
looking straight ahead.
There was no need to look
to the left or look to the right.
As a Black Jersey Rooster,
he was accustomed to being watched.
He was the "baddest" rooster
on the Johnson's farm
and all the neighboring farms.
A striking sight to the hens
and the other roosters.
Weighing about fifteen pounds,
standing about two feet tall
'cause he was from the largest chicken breed
in the U-S-A
and one of the largest in the world.
Hens swooned and clucked
clucked
and clucked
acting like little chicks when he strutted in their midst.
Hell, he was the "King of the Roost".
Other roosters wondered
about their cocks and their doodle- dos
when Shaft swaggered past.
He told the other roosters once,
and it was enough.
"I'm Shaft and you know me
it's my duty to please the hens' booTies.
I'm Shaft shut your mouth."
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