There's a new resident at Plum Ridge

He struts his stuff in our courtyard,

You might ask in an inquisitive way

Just how did a rooster end up here?

Perhaps he's someone's Easter Chick

Had grown too big for them to keep,

Maybe he was dropped off at Crystal Terrace

And came over to our bird feeder to eat.

This red rooster should have a name

Big, bold and cocky, he struts around

"RED" should fit him very well

Now at last, a home Red has found.

On one thing, all must agree

He has one great proud profile

As Red stands and looks at you

He holds his ground and down't bat an eye.

Red stops the cars in our parking lot

Demanding handouts of his favorite food,

Junk food, like doughnuts and French fries

Cracked corn, birdseeds: but never is he rude.

Red stans on the rail outside the door

Crowing for those good delicacies,

Our patients save tidbits from their trays

Even their families join in with their goodies.

Red has created a homey atmosphere

This red, red rooster has become our pet

The sound of his morning wake-up call

For soon he knows, tidbits he'll get.

There is a big question of sleeping quarters

We do not know for sure where Red bunks,

But some people are inclined to believe

Our Mr. Red beds down with a baby skunk.

As winter is soon approaching here

I bet out Mr. Red will get

A new home, or a covered roost

Then all his requirements will be fully met.

Plum Ridge patients are really glad

That Red has come here to live

His being here makes us feel good

Our tender-loving care to him we'll give