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.

Why can't I see
Into your eyes
What's hiding there
In the basement
Of your soul?

Become the light!
The secret rats
And crawly things
Will have no hold

This is your life
Behold
All of it illusion
Save for Love

Love
And your
Immortal soul

You're finer than an artists brushstroke
No master could improve
If I were to paint such perfect lines
I would be painting You.

In earnest desperation
I grasp for falling stars
To catch the fading sunlight in her hair

With deepest concentration
I touch a ray of light
Dancing on her skin

I want my kisses there

How can I tell you
Of this beauty
For which
There are no words?

My heart trembles
When my blue eyes
Touch her
And I am stricken dumb

Your curves
My hand
Your back

I die each time
It comes to mind

Curves
Hand
Back

I'm a dog!
But not a ***** dog
The rooster likes to sing

When wolfie howls
Yips and growls
The rooster crows some more

Come on home to me baby
Come on home to stay
Come on home
To me my love
And don't you go away

The rooster keeps on crowing
Wolfie likes to howl
But they don't really stand a chance
Here comes Mr. Owl

I'm a dog who likes to crow
An owl who likes to sing
I'm a bit of the rooster too
But it ain't worth a thing

Come on home to me baby
Come on home to stay
Come on home to me my love
Don't ever go away

I'm a dog
But not a ***** dog
Come back home today