That cockerel

4.30 cockerel crows,
Turn over back to sleep,
4.50 it crows again,
Cockerel is doing my head in,
It crows yet again,
May as well get up.

Sitting in the garden in the sun, 
Cockerel still crowing at half past ten,
Blocking it out as best I can,
Stay sitting in the sun,
Crowing yet again.

Next morning 4am not again,
Cockadoodledoo it goes,
"Belt up" I yell closing the window, 
Neighbours up in arms,
With lack of sleep,
Cockerel moved peace at last.

       5am cockadoodledoo  I give up.