The crow of a rooster
echos across the farmyard.
Wake up, it says to me,
have breakfast, it won't be hard.
There is always something I like,
when the aroma of a breakfast,
permeates the air once more
and the day starts fast.
The crow of a rooster
echos across the farmyard.
Wake up, it says to me,
have breakfast, it won't be hard.
There is always something I like,
when the aroma of a breakfast,
permeates the air once more
and the day starts fast.