Each evening when the sun goes down,
Then the home-hearth fires start burnin'.
Then the sack--it's repose you're likin'
And it's in that you are turnin'.
In your head you saw logs and snore away
After sheep you've been countin'.
You're deep in sleep; first it's a peep,
Then the big cock's randy, mountin'!

When the big cock's randy, mountin'
To awake you, there's no light;
Nonetheless, that raucous rooster
Rousts you from sleep--it's still night!
You're no rock star; you need resting,
Want the sunshine 'fore you stray.
Now the birds and the bees
Are still gettin' their Z's,
But his wretched air stinks;
You've got "screw bird!" thinks
When the big cock's randy, mountin'.

Yeah, the big cock's grandly shoutin';
Soporific soma begs
For just several more hours of sleep;
Hens ain't even laid their eggs.
Now pharmacology is moot;
His alarm's started your day.
So you gotta go
Start to brew the joe
But watch out! Don't fall
Down stairs, ya schmoe,
'cause your big cock's danglin' down, 'n'

There's the big cock randy, mountin'
A ruckus that's nonstop.
You can little dream with all that squall;
You're thinkin': "Gotta pop
That cursed bird!". . .go and get your gat,
Else you're gonna lose your mind.
Got a .22
And a .32
You would really like to down him
With a big bazoo-
ka, that big cock. Damn his shoutin'!

Got your big Glock handy, mountin'
Sight atop the coop of tin.
You've got it cocked; the firing pin
Is ready to push in
The bullet that's in the barrel. . .
Give the trigger a flick.
Out bounds a lead-gray
Slug that blows away,
That bird you'd curse
Now no grudge to nurse
'cause that big cock's sanguine-spoutin'.

You watch him fall down, where he's mauled
By a big dog's rav'nous snoutin'
John A Barry