Around here, 
There may be roosters,
 But it is I who rule the roost.
All others must pay homage to 
My perfect plumage 
While I strut through the farm
Fanned and fancy in full fashion. 

The cock may crow, 
But it is I who will awaken 
My subjects by blessing them with 
My pristine presence
While I alight upon cage and rooftop alike
Greeting goat, guinneas, and girl. 

He can climb his ladder inside,
But outside the barn, 
I reign supreme, royalty
My proven position 
While I am king –
High-browed, high-mannered, yet
Hugely humble.