I don't know what she's crying about, <br />She souldn't have let him out to stretch his legs! <br />I don't know what good he was anyways, <br />I never heard of a Rooster laying eggs! <br /> <br />It's was just a stupid bird you see, <br />Whose number just was up! <br />She can get another one I am sure, <br />Don't they all have feathers and cluck? <br /> <br />So what if his name was Doodle, <br />And from her hand ate crackers and cheese. <br />Now come on, give me a break would you? <br />It was just a Rooster, now stop crying, please? <br /> <br />She wants to give it a funeral? <br />And say some final words? <br />For heavens sake it was just a dumb little bird! <br />I've never heard of something so absurd! <br /> <br />Ok, I will go to Doodle's funeral, <br />And stand and listen to what she has to say. <br />I guess he was a cute little Rooster fella, <br />In his litle Doodle Rooster kind of way.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-friend-3/
