Wow! It's been a long time since I awoke to the crow of a rooster. I wonder who here in town has a rooster. I like to awake to the crow of a rooster or the wail of a train which I can hear here in certain weather.
Barn Yard Daddy
He's the barnyard daddy, boss of this place. Every morning his crowing you sleepily have to face.
Cockle doodle doo de doodle de doodle de doo. He is saying rise and shine, hit the floor to you.
Varied colors are his feathers and comb is bright red, as you stretch and yawn climbing out of bed.
The hens all have respect and let him prance on ahead, as you face the morning with tiresome dread.
Cockle doodle do de doodle de doodle de doo, as you search and wonder where is my other shoe.
Pecking in the yard, looking for anything to eat, starting to make up your bed as you pull up the sheet.
He's the barnyard daddy, head of the coop. He will never be caught dead boiling in anyone's soup.
He's the barnyard daddy, your pet and your clock, just be grateful you have this handsome fellow in your flock.