My elegant wings
Match no other
My comb is a vibrant red crown
My talons, so fierce, so deadly, so great
Can make even an Eagle bow down.
My women, so plentiful,
Flock all around
With hopes I'll give them my love
Ladies, beauties, your plumage so fine,
Does not match mine, who art sent from above.
And even in death, I am unmatched
The American food, synonymous
With juicy plump breast, and crunchy sweet wings
For it's true, I am king
Just fowl? Preposterous.
