There’s a cocky rooster next door,
Calls to me every morning at four,
Now, I’m told I need my beauty sleep,
So, rooster, crow again, what will you reap?
He sits upon the dividing fence,
His wake-up call causes me offence,
When I warn of the justice I’ll dispense
My neighbor shrugs with in-deaf-erence.
This dark morn, roused from a sleep so deep
I kept the promise I swore- loudly- I’d keep,
At last I’ll be sleeping sound once more
Thanks to one blast from the 12 bore.