He's not who we thought! He's a Roman!

When all the chickens

came out to listen

to the subject

dressed in cloth,

they pecked the subject

in admiration

only to find....

it was at this moment 

when the chickens proceeded

to cross the road,

he was not the chosen one,

behind the pecked cloth fallen,

he was man instead!

On the dear God departed,

they flocked around rooster

for he was the chosen one. For He had a small pecker instead.

C**k- a doodle do! He chanted.

My feathered flock! The fox cried.