Dear Mr Rooster, I have never had the pleasure Of meeting you or seeing you and your splendid feathers But I do hear you early every morning with the sun rising low That is when insistently and persistently you decide to crow
I live in the inner city and never would have dreamed A cock-a-doodle rooster was just not part of my scheme Maybe it's time to seriously rethink your location And head off to the country on a permanent vacation
The air is clean and fresh out there There's many hens I'm sure you're aware You can crow and crow from dawn to dusk And satiate your insatiable lust
It's Easter Sunday and I've just walked past your yard I saw a grave with a small cross and on it stuck a card I'm not certain if it was placed there ensuring I would weep Because the words on this card say, 'I died so that you could sleep'