It crows at the dawn of day
Despite sun or rain
Its crowing resounds in my head
As I turn and toss on my bed
And when I step outside my room
I see the red combed cock in my hood
Chasing hens
And as I put paper to pen
It displays its colourful feathers
In the cold weather
Its kokorukuuuuuuuuuuuuu sound
In my head abound
As it chases hens round the compound
I am held spellbound
And when it has won the price
It mounts with pride
Piercing with its proboscis
Enjoying the ride in ecstasy
And when it steps down
It spreads its white wings over town
Like a peacock
Is my neighborhood cock.