Fowl be eerie
Foul the sight
As he bellows through
The abandoned night
Crowing madly
He speeds up day
For the sleepy humans
Along the way.
Cock-a-doodle-do,
His song the same,
But now hated
For what brought him fame.
Cock-a-doodle-do,
The song goes on
The crazy bird
Sings all day long.
Fowl be tasty -
Quite a bite –
Shotgun in hand
Let’s put out his light!
Fowl be tasty
Quite a chew
His meat be better
Than his cock-a-doodle-do.
Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis
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