ROBERT'S ROOSTER
By Jerry Rasmussen

CHORUS: Robert's Rooster is Red and his dog Jack is black
And they never talk back to their Mother
And when it would rain, they would never complain
They would sit and they'd play by the hour

1. Sometimes they would sail on the stormy sea
And the wind it would roar and howl
Jack would cover his eyes, and the rooster would hide
While Robert stood watch on the bow

2. Sometimes they would play at the big parade
And they'd march all around the room
Robert carried the fowl and the dog he would howl
And the rooster would carry the tune

3. And when they got tired of playing
The dog would curl up on the floor
And Robert would lie with his rooster beside
And Jack would look happy and snore


HERBERT
by Jerry Rasmussen

1. He came a-riding into town in a great big Cadillac
With the windows all rolled down, tied in a gunny sack
But the sack was for potatoes, and hot for Herbert's kind
And with his spurs as sharp as razors, he cut the ties that bind

CHORUS: And Herbert was a terror of the local countryside
Sometimes he'd flag the neighbor's cat, and he'd take him for a ride
And there never was a man or beast who could make him miss a step
And you can bet your bottom dollar, he hasn't met one yet

2. When Herbert strolled the neighborhood, the squirrels stayed in their nests
The dogs would look the other way, and the cats would genuflect
And the pigeons in my Dad's garage got up to bar the door
For those who messed with Herbert, were never seen no more

3. We took him to my Uncle's farm when I had to move away
The roosters met him at the gate, just to have a little play
But when he rode them 'round the Farm, their enthusiasm waned
And I swear he'd jump them through a hoop he had them so well trained


Robert's Rooster was written many years ago for my son, Gideon when he was a little boy. Herbert was a banty rooster. My friend Earl sold him to me with a Harley David Motorcycle for $90. I kept him a year until I went away to college and had to take him to my Uncle's farm. He did indeed ride on the back of the neighbor's cat when the cat was foolish enough to enter our yard.

And then, if we're talking about chicken songs, there's always Coward Of The County.

Jerry