The Cock 0n the Dunghill


Like the cock on the dunghill
raising the morning sun
for simply joy of singing
I'll welcome everyone
sister Helen bid me caper
brother Castor deign me dance
for the freedom of expression
I will be a fool and prance
like the lamb in the meadow
or the frog in the pond
or that same old cock on that dunghill
crowing to the morning "Dawn!"