The King Of The Happy Gardens Restaurant Penang

by Ray Smallshaw   Aug 11, 2008


The Happy Gardens Royalty is a big rooster called King,

In the morning he cockle-doodle-do's as he just cannot sing,

His feathered robes are of red, blue and black,

And in the sunlight they shimmer and gleam on his proud and noble back,

He regally looks upon us and puffs up his shiny breast,

As he knows he is the cock of the walk and simply the best,

Any dropped tit-bits are his to be had,

And if any of the chickens butt in he gets really, really mad,

Then with his puffed up plumes and his crown held high,

He pecks them all making them squawk and cry.

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