The rooster gets his say
A cautious toe curls around the threshold
Apparently something with feathers seems a bit cold.
A something with wattles and a beak
A disobedient chicken,
who heard of a fire in the hearth some speak
Cautiously Pik enters, Skrik right behind
A spot in front of the fire they hope to find
“Out!” They were commanded
A fireside seat the chickens still demanded
“No!” they were answered
Their spurs ensured that their wish was granted
In front of the fire they huddled,
The battle was won
Yet for those who disobeyed them,
The battle had just begun…
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