Hens and Roosters (and the egg)
What came first - the chicken or the egg-cellent plumage of the
rooster’s head peck-pecking, scratch-scratching…ooh! a grain of corn, no a
pebble, gulp, it’ll come in handy, dandy ruler of the roost gives a boost to
the day when he opens his mouth to say cock-a-doodle-do, or kikirikiki, in
Spanish, kokekokko, Japanese, if you please, And the egg, the International
sign of breakfast; scrambled, poached, fried, on a roll, in an omlette, on
toast, the gooey yellow pre-chick is the most, it makes the world go round, the
world go round, the world go round, the barnyard is busy with flutter and
feather, clucking and dashing, the corn, the corny rooster, the corn-ish hens,
sitting upon the simply magnificent, totally terrific, egg-salted and peppered,
egg.
(Part of Carnival of the Animals, which I perform with the brilliant Frederic Chiu on piano)
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