Rooster

Creature with a crimson cowl
And flickering eye, this feisty fowl
Cranes his neck for yodeled crow
And struts for his seraglio.

He thinks he makes the sun to rise;
The world is his from earth to skies;
He thinks he is the barnyard winner.
We think he’ll be our guest for dinner.

Very nice, Mr Ier! Perhaps a couple more verses with added layers! :slight_smile: