There are good things
And there are bad things
Everybody knows
It's really only poetry
That's what the Rooster crows

Wolf will find the feeling
While Roosty does the dealing
Words the wise old owl
Has supplied

Nothing is as it seems
All of it's a dream
So don't be spreading rumors
Made of lies

A man can have his dream
In the pages of a rhyme
When the inspiration hits him
To write another line

Roosty Rooster Wolf and Owl
Are the poets in my mind
And nothing in the manor
Ever turns out fine
Still the lines keep coming out
And everyone's lost their mind.