Raising Kids Alone

He came along and made my lonely heart swoon
and now my babies should be chirping by June.
I haven't seen the rotten old rooster since;
just the thought of that scoundrel makes my soul wince.

He left with just a note, a mere little scratch
and now I sit waiting for my chicks to hatch.
He said that he would return to me someday;
he had to "find himself," that's all he would say.

He told me I had the prettiest of legs,
yet, he stared at hens while I tended the eggs.
He said 'beauty rest' would leave my face glowing
but how could I sleep with incessant crowing?

Roosters! They're all the same, a fling and a game;
he spewed his loving words but left me in shame.
Raising chicks isn't easy and he's too cheap;
I've asked for support but haven't heard a peep.

Chicks need a Dad to teach them the ways of bugs
and encourage their lives and give tender hugs.
"You're the only hen for me", that's what he said,
but then I saw him chase a Rhode Island Red.

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aabb

( In case you don't know, a Rhode Island Red is a type of chicken.)