In the morn when crows the chanticleer
More sleep my want I do aver
Why does the cockerel protest so much
By God if this keeps up I'll seal his hutch
Ungodly hour is five in the AM
How I'd love to live like King Priam
To wake at leisure or sleep away
Wondering what became of the long day
But I would not like like I suppose
To end up in Priam's ultimate repose
For life I enjoy more and more
Not wishful to see Charon's shore
So good morning ancient orb up high
How thankful I am to see you in the sky
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