The morning dew and crest of early dawn Which by a boastful, braggard bird is brought. A rakish rooster - sleekly dressed with brawn, With every crass and cocky word or thought, His flirting fancies brings the hens he's sought. The peering sun upon his plumage gleams - A bold and stirring shine his tuft has wrought. The rooster rouses every rival's dreams. The daylight sky and blissful air does spawn The raucous roars of blithesome beasts as hot And blazing light proceeds from morning's dawn. The work he's made and all the youths he's taught Do show the rooster skills and praise he's sought. Despite his pride, he values chicken teams - His flock with all his strength those threats he's fought; The rooster rouses every rival's dreams. With all the trials his daily work has drawn, His prideful purpose pain and toil cannot Diminish with his wit and harnessed brawn. He works and guides through every clever thought. The day he lives and all the birds he ought To lead towards their goals - without extremes, And all the many things with hope they've sought; The rooster rouses every rival's dreams. With all his beaming, blissful pride, and aught For which he might rely upon his teams, The path he leads is never vain or frought; The rooster rouses every rival's dreams.