Cock-A-Doodle-Do

Cock-a-doodle-do Cock-a-doodle-do crowed the rooster this morning While I lay all snug in my bed A screeching like sound just as loud as a freight train Was pounding away in my head I pulled up the covers and hid neath a pillow But still came that noise that I heard I jumped up from bed and opened the window And shouted, “Shut up, stupid bird” But it didn’t listen, it just kept on crowing My anger did steady increase I stood in my room, the whole time just thinking Of ways to make this rooster cease I hopped in the shower, but I still could hear it And while I was brushing my teeth I had an idea that would stop the crowing Bringing some morning relief Later that night as we sat at the table My children looked at me and cried “Daddy, we can’t seem to find Mr. Rooster, we looked everywhere, oh we tried” I felt really bad but my sleep is important “We’ll look for him after we eat Now let’s have our dinner, it’s something delicious, fried chicken just cannot be beat” Good morning Soupers