A farmer bought a new young cockerel to replace the old, decrepit one. It walked up to the tired old cockerel and told him to get out.

The old cockerel said, "Look, Son. Be a sport, I know I'm old but give me a chance. Maybe we could have a race."

The young cockerel says, "That's OK with me. I could outrun you with both legs tied together."

"Well," said the old cockerel, "could you give me maybe ten yards head start?"

The young cockerel just sneered and said, "Why not?"

So off they went, and the young cockerel was catching up fast.

Then suddenly, BANG! BANG! The young cockerel fell dead.

The farmer came around the house, his smoking gun in his hand and said "Damn! That's the fourth queer cockerel I've had to shoot this month."