In the neighbour's fowl shed in his backyard in the darkness his rooster does crow br In the very small hours of the morning one might say his cockhood on show br For hours on end he keeps on crowing with him I find it so hard to sleep br But just to stay friends with my neighbour my silence on the matter I keep br He is one who seldom stops crowing I hear him by night and by day br His hoarse calls I find quite annoying I would give a silent hooray br If a hungry fox managed to grab him and for to eat took him away br The fox could enjoy his plump rooster and in so doing a favour to me he would pay, br I feel he does crow whilst he is sleeping his hoarse voice echoes in the night br I wish that he would keep his beak closed and allow me some peace and quiet br Domestic fowl supposed to be diurnal but not the red rooster who lives nearby br He crows all day from dawn till twilight and he crows under the night sky br I long for nights that are quite windy for I never hear him when the wind blows br He must be the voice of my karma but then such is life I suppose.