My rooster's hard, bent blue again
Might break out of her pen
I'd hate to be the headline news
or view on news at ten
Four more people died today
Struck by hotwire pole
There must be something I can do
Something I can poke

I'd like to tunnel through then, glue
your underground encavement
So, no one else could trespass
on your petals nor their softness
I see you.  How do you do?
Let songs of love begin
Carried on through morning light
May sunshine never end
And lay your head on morning wood,
together we will mend