Morning Sunshine
The sun is breaking the horizon,
a thousand rainbows of dewy light,
reflect off newly mown hay.
Bleats,moos,caws,hisses,neighs,and winneys
of the barnyard
the beginning of a pastoral day.
The rays of the sun,
crawl along the ground
just touching the vane ,
of that ,old red barn.
Time to get up ,get out of bed
life waits for no one,
when you live upon a farm.
Strutting proudly up the path,
he's the cock of the roost,
the one to start the day.
He knows that he's one fine specimen,
his carcass it's grade "A".
He gives all the hens a wink,
not quite honest or sincere.
He jumps upon the highest perch,
for all to see and hear.
Throws out his some what massive,
feathery chest,
Throws back his head ,
to do his best.
Croak..............
Darn no cough syrup for roosters.
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