Even without the cock
The hen does its wake
Pecking and pecking
For its children’s sake
Opening its wings
When danger does bake
A piece here, a piece there
An angel in the wake
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When sticks are coming
It does shout for all to run
When chicks need afternoon roosting
It sits and forms a house
When people are chasingÂ
It stands with its cutlass beak
A hen is a ten god
Familiar with the rod
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Cocks just crow
Mate and glow
Showing the shoulders in a mane
Which flows
Growing the muscles
Like scary crows
They are super models
To be emulated by men
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
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