He struts his stuff upon your lawn,
Your iPhone capturing the scene,
As he bends about to pluck and preen,
In your backyard, one late Spring morn
With a manly gobble his tail unfurls,
His ridgeback stands erect as Marines,
The most broad chested man that you’ve ever seen,
He is the champion of your World
“Ooh yeah, do it for me big boy, do me”
An envy of him in me wakes,
Spying your hen eyes shortly after,
Would I could lead you, poults and rafter,
Your manly Tom, your strutting Jake
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