"The Cock" (poem)

The cock crowed at noon
and that's been his way.
He didn't care about the time,
he just had something to say.

Perhaps he calls his hens,
"There's a falcon overhead.
Come back home to Daddy
or else you'll soon be dead."

Perhaps he calls his lady,
"I'm in the mood for love.
But watch for the falcon
as he still flies above."

Perhaps you understand him
or perhaps you didn't hear.
But what was so important
that you couldn't lend your ear.

And then will come tomorrow
and he will sing again
Will you have time to listen
or are you lost to the world of men.