Angela Roberta B. Browne
As dawn's light creeps up on another day,
and the crisp smell of corn fills the air;
Dew drops formed on leaves roll away,
a beautiful sunlight draws near.
He comes away form his nest of the night,
and prepares for his daily routine;
with his chest protruding out in pride,
and his cat all neat and clean.
He drawn his breath in and releases a shriek,
cock-a doodle doo, cock-a doodle doo;
he bellows to all who are fast asleep,
cock-a-doodle doo, wake up, the skies are blue.
On he goes until he is exhilarated and satisfied,
that he has ...