Rooster
Rooster lived up his days on earth
You could shoot the thing for what it’s worth
Four o’clock in the morning and the things up crowing
I was sound asleep, I think he’s knowing
I wipe the sleepy from my eyes
Tell him to shut up and then realize
That rooster lives to annoy me
But I just can’t let the rooster be
“Shut up” I say, but now I’m awake,
“Be quiet” I say, “For goodness sake!”
Right outside my window, the thing stands crowing
He’s getting on my nerves, I think he’s knowing
Never will a rooster outsmart me
Though loud may the crowing be
Tonight before I sleep, I’ll put my earplugs in
Then the rooster will lose, and I will win!
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