A small poem to the tune of ten little monkeys. |
Ten little roosters all gathered to dine, one choked on his rage and then there were nine. Nine little roosters now running from fate, one tripped over themselves and then there were eight. Eight little roosters, two now in Heaven, one was martyred and then there were seven. Seven little roosters, one liked to throw bricks, life imitated them and then there were six. Six little roosters, some often streamed live, one died to scale and then there were five. Five little roosters, one trapped in the floor, one ran out of air and then there were four. Four little roosters still trying to flee, one got what they wanted and then there were three. Just three roosters left, one died of a pun, the killer was killed, and then there was one. |