Dawn

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.