Cock And Bull Stories. Poem by Rajan T Renganathan

In every town there's a tale or two,
Of a rooster and bull who'd argue and stew.
They'd squawk and moo, flapping their wings,
Making up cock and bull stories, spreading their things.

The rooster claimed he could fly like a plane,
While the bull said he could swim in the rain.
They'd argue and boast, with no end in sight,
Splitting the town and causing a fight.

But everyone knew, they were just telling lies,
For the rooster couldn't fly, and the bull was too wise.
Their tall tales were nothing more than myths,
And the townspeople knew that they were just gifts.