Awaken before daybreak, by those pesky Rooster sounds, <br />They're under my bedroom window, <br />It seems they're all around! <br /> <br />Rooster Eagle Boy Red, seems to set off the tone, <br />He's the Biggest and the Baddest, <br />And he claims the Hens' his own! <br /> <br />Rooster One, then Two, then Three, there goes Four, <br />I hope Miss Henny's eggs don't hatch, <br />I can't take this anymore! <br /> <br />'I want to sleep, can't you see that, ' I squeal? <br />This isn't really happening; I'm still sleeping I feel. <br /> <br />They must all be telling me, ' Get up it's time to eat! ' <br />'Can't you see my eyes are shut, <br />And I just want to go back to sleep? ' <br /> <br />Then up I stumble, to the Barnyard from bed, <br />In a group they're all standing, <br />Taking the lead was, Big Red! <br /> <br />'Why couldn't this wait? <br />Another hour if you would.' <br />As if they understand, as if they even could. <br /> <br />So I threw them some corn, each one pecked it away, <br />I will let tomorrow be tomorrow, <br />And thank the Lord for today.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barn-yard-sounds/
