Early in the morning
Hear that old rooster crow
Get up out of your bed
And get ready to go
That old rooster
Got some wings but he can't fly
Got to be just a chicken
Until the day
That he die
Early in the morning
That old rooster start crowing
Let you know
A Cold wind is coming
But you just don't know
Which way it's blowing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem