Sometimes things have a way of working out? A story I had to make poetic

Ain’t that a Coincidence,

A chicken farmer went into a Bar and took a stool that was handy,
A lady was sitting next to him ;they both called for brandy,

Ain’t that a coincidence, said the farmer, I came here to celebrate,
Me too said the lady, I think this place is great

But, Ain’t that a coincidence, but I’m celebrating too,
What are you celebrating, maybe I could join you,

My husband and I have tried for years to have a child and today, Guess what I got ?
The Doctor said , I’m pregnant and I’m really over the top,

Farmer said, now ain’t that a coincidence today my chickens eggs, are fertilized
I’m celebrating , because my eggs were always duds until I realized,

I got me a new rooster, I’ve been selling ever since,
The lady clinked her glass with the farmer’s laughing, “Ain’t that a coincidence”