A proud , dandy lad stepping up to the podium , directing his subjects at five in the morning ... Every feather flawless , each spur just so , singing
acapella for his fan club down below .. Come hither hens ! On your feet precious chicks ...Daylight is numbered , awake from your slumber ,
Turn the fleeting , final hour of Moonlight handy for the earth is your candy , fresh well water in our faunts , cracked corn in the pans , blackberries on the ground , tall green grass all around ..
Let the cattle , hogs and sheep moan and sloth .. We've chores to finish ,
hours to mark , grain waiting to fill our empty gullets and fence lines to explore and walk ..