Потрясающая ирландская песня про петуха нетрадиционной ориентации (хотя может и традиционной - имел все, что движется?). Правда, с антислэшерским финалом. Поется бодро, мажорно и хором.

The rooster

I was out at the hen house and on me knees,
I thought I heard the chicken sneeze.
It was only the rooster saying his prayers,
Thanking the Lord for the Hens upstairs.

We had some chickens, no eggs would they lay.
We had some chickens, no eggs would they lay.
My wife said, "Honey! We're loosing money
Because those chickens, no eggs would they lay!"

But then a rooster came into our yard,
And he caught them chickens right off their guard.
They're laying eggs now like they never used to
Since that rooster came into our yard.

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