Mike the Cock
- to the tune of "Anne Bolyn"

In Fruita Colorado, one fine night
They say a Rooster walks (as if we care!)
He had a brief encounter with a knife
And thus he lost his head, but not his life!
Yes sir, he was a-going into stew....
But now I tell you what he's gonna do....

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With his head off, bouncing 'round the yard
He struts and walks around
With his head off, nowhere to be found
Since that awful hour!

For eighteen months old Mike he hung around
Just breathing through the hole atop his throat
He could not crow or make another sound
But by God, that headless rooster could emote!

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