Iwake up each morning
to that crazy old bird,
his song's not the prettiest thing
you've ever heard.
Daily he crows
to announce the sun.
He does his job well
and does it for fun.
Who else gets to scream
at the first light of day
at the top of their lungs
"get out of the hay!"
The people that live at the place where he crows
get up from their beds and put on their clothes.
Soon all the animals get their daily reward,
it's feeding time in the old barnyard.
When feeding is over he stretches his legs.
The chickens nearby are laying their eggs.
He scratches the dirt like he's having a fit,
his diet includes both gravel and grit.
The rest of his day is leisurely spent.
The chickens adore him and he is content.
His titles include the rooster, the crooner, the king!
He's glad to be grounded, not a bird of the wing.
If I could be something, I've heard people say,
I'd be a bald eagle, a great bird of prey.
Now that I know him, I have to say,
I'd be a ROOSTER any old day!

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