You might at first think that I’ve finally gone mad,
But the story that I’m telling is tragic and sad.
It starts with two chickens that grew up together,
First they were fuzz, now they have feather.

The first was called Lacey, she was lovely and fair.
So gorgeous! None other could even compare.
Her delicate foot, scaly and clawed
Searching for bugs it carefully pawed.
Her eyes, o they gleamed! A sight to behold!
They twinkled like miniature pools of pure gold.
Her feathers were speckled, creamy and tan,
Soon she attracted the sight of her man.
Her virtues tender, modest, and shy
Soon melted the heart of a particular guy.
Her coos were as soft as that of a dove.
And it didn’t take long for her to find love.

Fluffy was a fine rooster, haughty and proud,
His feathers as soft as any white cloud.
He had not a care! Not one in the world!
Until he noticed a pretty young girl.
He asked his best his best friend, a roster named Jay,
“Who is that hen? Come on, won’t you say?”
“That’s just Lacey, she’s shy, I’m afraid.
Still she’s a pretty, thoughtful, young maid,”
Black Jay replied with a grin.
And Fluffy, well, he knew right then.
He hear her sweet name and his heart gave a leap,
And out of his beak an undignified peep.
She glanced up so shyly, ever so sweet,
And he thought that his heart must have skipped half a beat.

He spent all that day lost deep in thought.
Musing Will she love? Or perhaps she will not?
He couldn’t bear it! His heart would just break!
So he paced through the night, longing for her to wake.
At last at the crack of the earliest dawn,
He opened his beak and let forth a song.
The finest that any young rooster could do,
His cry echoed forth cockadoodledo!

Lacey awoke from her deep, peaceful rest,
And poked her head out from her itchy straw nest.
And peeking out blinking sleep from her eyes,
Upon seeing Fluffy tried to mask her surprise.
The sun shone like gold on his glistening feather,
And she knew in a moment they must be together.

But alas, no romance can eschew detection,
Fire burned in Jay’s heart, nursing rejection.
For Lacey, he hoped, might be his prize.
But that hope now withered in front of his eyes.
With a tear in his eye he hung his head sadly,
His friend loved the girl he’d wanted so badly.
But sorrow, so bitter, couldn’t live long.
Hatred burned bright, hatred burned strong.
Rejecting all love, turning to hate,
Jay sought revenge on brave Fluffy’s mate.
He gathered the chickens! Together they flocked!
Fluffy and Lacey were hatefully mocked.
Fluffy was strong, could handle rejection,
Their jibes drove Lacey into dejection.
Driving her out form the henhouse she fled,
In the old shack she’s make her small bed.
There she’d rest safe, there she’d rest sound.
For Fluffy, brave rooster, patrolled all around.
Guarding his lover all day and all night,
He wouldn’t cave to their pitiful plight.
But, alas, no rooster ever could keep
A vigilant guard against blessed sleep.
When, at last, fateful day, exhaustion prevailed
His comb gave a nod and his eyes became veiled.
When sweet slumber his guard overcame,
He didn’t hear Lacey call out his name.

When he finally awoke it was nearly too late.
Jay had smothered affection and nursed evil hate.
Lacey lay gasping on her little bed,
It wouldn’t be long before she was dead.

Fluffy at last jolted awake,
When he saw Lacey he felt his heart break.
They crooned their goodbyes in the dark of the shed.
Lacey went limp and laid down her head.
Fluffy heaved a great cry and beat his strong breast,
He crooned a sad song and laid her to rest.
His heart beat strong against his ex-friend.
Jay was doomed to a murderous end.

No need to go into details so gory.
Jay did not live to tell his sad story.
Fluffy and Jay fought, talon to claw,
The black mists of death his friend of old saw.

But our hero, alas, had taken a blow.
My life will now end. This he did know.
He breathed his last breath and saw Lacey’s face,
For chickens have love, and chickens have grace.