after the rooster crows

the dogs are in the back yard

hunting the cats

and the cats are in the barn yard

hunting the rats

but the rats are at the neighbors

digging through their trash

and we’re at the breakfast table

eating eggs and hash

and Jack Johnson is singing

on the radio

and the palm trees are swaying

as the trade winds blow

and our three dogs excitedly

go running by

but they sprint into the barn

we must have caught their eye

and the cats are in the cradle

in the loft upstairs

and the goat is out back grazing

doesnt have a care

and the roosters in the henhouse

looking for a date

and we have to get to work now

it’s almost half past eight