There was once a orange chicken,
Always resourceful even when her problems thicken.
One day, she woke up merry and gay,
Ready to tackle the morning.
She walked down the street, filled with hustle and bustle,
The townsfolk would say their hellos' and howdy-doo's,
'Thank you!', responded the chicken called Scootaloo.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake invited the chicken in their home,
Smiles on their faces were shone.
Unfortunately, a prank from a pink mare caused the chicken hen,
Who should have really stayed in her pen, to turn into a rooster.
Mr.Cake could not take his eyes off the transformed chicken hen-now rooster,
So he invited the orange rooster into his sleeping quarters,
Where they had fun until past four fourty.
The orange rooster, Scootaloo, now had a sore behind as he trotted home chewing hay.

I guess she did have a gay old day.

By: The Dovahwin97