There’s a painting of a rooster,
Hanging on my kitchen wall,
And it may seem just a picture,
As you enter through the hall,
But my uncle was the artist,
Grandma hung it in her house,
Patty kept it in her closet,
Uncle laughed and brought it out.
When Michelle had us for dinner,
Then the painting came to me,
So, it’s more than just a rooster,
It’s my love of family.
