Master of the Coop
Disclaimer: I do not own Les-Miserables, to bad, and I do not own the little red hen Hysterical tears!
Enter Rooster.
Settle yourself down,
And meet the best,
Chicken in town.
As the hens,
Sitting in their coops,
Laying the eggs,
And giving you looks.
Seldom do you meet,
Sweet foul like me.
A chick of good intent,
Who content to be?
Master of the coop,
Hand' in out the eggs,
Pretty little chicken,
With the stick legs.
Tells a yolky tale,
Makes a little peck,
Glad to say I am high-tech
Glad to do a hen a favor,
Don't have to cluck twice,
But no grain gets you noth'in
Every nest has got a price!
Master of the coop,
Keeper of the pen,
Ready to relive a
Distressed hen,
Water in the grain,
Making up the weight
Pick'in up the eggs,
When the can't lay strait.
Everyone loves a chicken,
Everyone's bosom hen,
I do what I want,
No-one can say I can't
Enter Rooster,
Settle your mood
Pluck at the feathers,
And have some food.
Have every crumb,
Farms are a curse,
But here I want,
Your feelings to submerse.
Here the nests are soft,
Here the grain is fresh,
And everything smells
The best…
Grain beyond compare,
Hay beyond belief,
Take it from the dumpster,
But I'll still keep.
Kick out the dog,
Kick out the cat,
Only want hay,
And stray,
This and that.
Stay forever, your welcome,
All nests are occupied,
Reasonable charges,
Plus some stuff on the side.
Charge you for the comb,
Extra if you make this home,
Ten eggs if this become your tomb.
Here a little peck,
There a little cut.
Forty eggs for sleeping with
The coop door shut.
When it come to cutting prices,
There nothing I know!
But the eggs grow!
Everyone raise a feather!
Everyone raise a feather!
Everyone raise a feather!
To the master of the coop!
Sorry, I know I didn't finish the song, but my poor sniveling computer turn in over. So please review! Thank-you for loving it so far!
