I’m a rooster!
Crowed the happy man.
As then men in white helped him fly,
To the happy can!
Where he could eat,
All the Campbell’s soup he liked,
And crow like a rooster;
Be it day or be it night.
They gave him his own jacket;
One of charming white.
And a matching mask of steel and cloth,
When he began to bite.
Crow he did,
Day and night.
Till a needle in his arm;
gave his guardian angel’s ears,
Sweet silence’s delight.
Needle, mask, and white;
Day by day; night by  night,
The rooster in his mind took flight.
When at last; away hobbled the beak-
He was in his pointed box.
And had began to reek.
It said,
if you go,
To his grave at dawn,
And knock trice times slow;
You can still hear him crow