A rooster stands upon his toe,
And bellows forth a mighty crow,
Telling all those soundly sleeping,
Light of day is slowly creeping.
The cattle stand to eat the grass,
While birds above fly swiftly past.
And rooster stands upon his toe,
And bellows forth another crow.
Then out of bed a worker leapt,
For daylight here has long since crept.
No time for breakfast on this day,
For it is time to rush away.
Then out the door a worker flies
While brushing sleep from in his eyes,
And rooster stands upon his toe,
Then bellows forth one final crow.
'This little town is wide awake.
Now I myself a nap will take, '
Says rooster after his last crow.
Then settles down from off his toe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem