HE RISES at the break of day,
Sometimes a little bit before it,
To tell us that the dawn is gray
And he is proudly gloating o’er it.
He makes his boast that nothing’s wrong
About him or his constitution.
His voice proclaims with accent strong
That he’s a going institution.
He has been whipped a hundred times,
A hundred times run helter-skelter,
But still his raucous challenge chimes
As though he’d never sought for shelter.
He has the courage to arise,
And sally forth, and be a booster,
Though gray or sunny be the skies.
Here’s to the spirit of the rooster.