The priest in a small Irish village was very fond of the chickens he kept in the hen house out the back of the parish rectory. He had a prized
rooster rooster and about ten hens. One Saturday night the rooster rooster was missing and the priest suspected that was the time the rooster fights
occurred in the village. So he decided to do something about it at church the next morning.
At Mass, he asked the congregation, "Has anybody got a rooster?" All the men stood up.
"No, No," he said, "that wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen a rooster?" All the women stood up.
"No, No," he said, "that wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen a rooster that doesn't belong to them?" Half the women stood up.
"No, No," he said, "that wasn't what I meant. Has anybody seen my rooster?"
All the alter boys stood up.