A Mean Banty Rooster  by Billy O. Rowland

I met my first Banty Rooster, I was just a curious young kid,
We went over to the visit the Rice Family, When I done what I shouldn't oughta-did.
I was out looking over the out buildings, Just being a litle bit snoopy.
I worked my way to the chicken house, And learned that rooster was spooky.
I was admiring the way the roosts were made, Only one way for me to get out.
He strutted into the house from the chicken yard, Just to see what I was about.
Well, he was between me and the only door, And I was invading his space.
He made it very plain and showed me his spurs, So I'd understand this was the case.
He was making a lot of noise and squaking, The feathers stood oout on his neck.
I started hollering real loud for my Dad, Thank God he finally heard me.
Mr Rice and my Dad were laughing so hard, I begged them to let me free.
I gained a lot of respect that day, Althought it wasn't a morale booster.
Tough guys come in all different sizes, Even that little black and red Banty Rooster.