The first time I heard a quartet of high-school students
perform this at summer camp,
they too were drawn to the conclusion,
"he's layin' hens, now, just like he useta ... "

but their final verse took a different route
by which to approach that punch-line.


We gotta rooster, who's dog-gone queer;
We gotta rooster, who's dog-gone queer.
Said to my honey, "we're losing money,
'Cos we gotta rooster, who's dog-gone queer."
THEN
came a Psy-chia-trist into our yard,
He caught that rooster right off his guard ... and so to bed.