Maybe it was that old chicken-house I saw at my buddies, or my wife cooking chicken. Who knows, my brain is warped like that. Anyway, one thing led to another and I began thinking about all us roosters with those little alpha chickens always giving us a boost. Or maybe it’s a kick, the jury is still out. Anyway, have fun, and thanks all you little alpha females for all you do.

ALPHA CHICKEN IN THE HEN-HOUSE

Sometimes I just feel tired, or simply in despair,

Or reach inside for something, I can’t find nowhere.

Sometimes my mouth flies open, makes me feel like a louse,

I’m soon put to right, alpha chicken in the hen-house. 

Roosters like to strut round and crow, head up in the clouds,

Once in a while it rains, time to hide away from crowds.

Who’s the one from all the rest, around you come what may?

That little alpha chicken is there to have her say.

Half your size, but feisty, she put her mark upon you,

Down deep, knowledge, she holds at bay the world you walk through.

Cuddly as a kitten, until her fur is ruffled,

Exploding dynamite, you wish that voice was muffled.

The sun comes up, clouds go away, and who cares if they don’t?

There’s one around who shares the shade, when friends they often won’t.

Best beware, woman’s elemental, your flame she can douse,

Put a spell upon you, alpha chicken in the hen-house.