Sitting in back of the car, in a big brown box was a rooster; who just wouldn't stop crowing.  He was given to their father as a Christmas gift; they rather listen to their father snoring.
Their father three girls were on their way back home, from a very long trip.  The rooster kept crowing behind their backs; they were about to flip.
The door on the side where they were sitting was broken; they held each other and the door tight.
I know their  mother at home was praying, for them to make it home safely, on that Christmas Eve night.
Meanwhile, the rooster was crowing not softly, but he was very loud.  Once they crossed the James River Bridge; they were happy and proud.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing