Having a lovely lie in

Having a lovely lie in when the Cockerel crows outside
“Run away you noisy bird up yonder hillside!!”
I rattle on the window and he jumps down off my garden gate 
He doesn’t hang around and flies off to find a mate
“Ah that’s better” but then I hear a “Cluck Cluck” coz the Cockerels went and found her ..”Just my luck!!”

“Is there no peace living in the countryside ?” I say to myself as I want to hide
Then I hear a chuggin and a’brummin’ the farmers in the field
on his combine harvester harvesting his yield
“Well this is some lie-in” I mutter under my breathe
“The only way I’d get any sleep would be if I was deaf”

Who ever thought the countryside was peace and quiet
Huh living in the sticks can be a racket and a riot
If it isn’t the Calves and Cows “Mooin’” 
or the lambs and Sheep “Bleating”
It’s the feathered friends on your windowsill a’chirpin’ and a’tweetin’
One needs dam good ear plugs living on a farm coz there’s always the farmyard Rooster crowing his alarm