In scarlet plumage, it struts with pride,
Eye burning bright, with an ember inside.
Wings, a fiery halo, spread wide,
As it woos the hens, with seductive stride.
A crowing call, a lover's gentle sigh, beckons to the hens, with a sultry, teasing eye.
Its comb, a ruby crown, aflame with desire, inviting all to surrender, to its burning fire.
The hens can't help but swoon,
This cock held high,
A true lord of the farm,
In all its glory nigh."