In the beginning of this day
The blast by wind brings a chime
Its a rotten courus of a roosters ryhm
In the shiffting of the field i lay
When this rooster pitched to stay
What on earth
He screems at everything
He screams for us all
Puts on quite a show
I hear him clear, all can hear
Little devil
I can not screem as you do
This rooster will have its day
Stop your blasted ryhm
Please put an end to your roosters chimes
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