Hearing the morning cock-a-doodle-do
lets me know of a day that's new.
Up on the barn with the sun rise,
hearing it's shrilling, cracking cries.
Trying hard to open my eyes,
wipe my face and let out a sigh.
The cock has sung.
Another day has begun.
In the country no need for an alarm,
listen to the Rooster's morning charm.
As the sky goes from red, yellow then blue,
hearing the cock do its cock-a-doodle-do!
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