Answer:
“Rooster, rooster why so red?
You can’t get me out of bed!
You can strut and you can crow,
But I’ll just tell you where to go!”
I compose the couplets on the spot for our joint amusement. Rhyming is something Mom loves and can still do. She gets a kick out of it. She smiles and rolls her eyes ever so slightly. I start anew:
“Fig, fig I sat on a pig,
He is small but looks so big.
Don’t look up and don’t look down
Or you’ll end up on the ground!”
Explanation:
