In the morning and in the evening
He sings his song at the top of his lungs.
It sounds throughout the barnyard
waking the sleeping occupants.
He’s strutting his stuff for the ladies
hoping to gain special favors.
Sharing his food and dancing wildly.
The farmer and his wife yelling
for him to stop such a racket,
but all to no avail.
Now his morning call has led to Sunday dinner.
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