I was sittin on the side porch, at Granny's house one day.
When I saw a little rooster, with wings of black and grey.
He said his name was Woody, he could talk and he could sing.
He had a little red umbrella, tucked beneath his tiny wing!
He never told me where he lived, but he did say he could fly.
When I ask him where he was going, he said "I'm just passing by."
I said I'd ask my Granny, I knew she'd let him stay.
He could live in my room , and I'd feed him biscuit every day.
But Woody blinked his eyes at me, and shook his little head.
"I have a long, long way to go, before I lay me down" he said.
I told him I would miss him and wished that he could stay
He said that he would miss me too, and then he flew away.