Maybe I’ll Be Famous

Again I’m torn,between slumber and awakening The rooster’s crow,like a nagging childpesters again and again. Maybe he’ll be famousEven if just for his musicMaybe he won’t. But he’ll be backto sing perpetuallyinto our tired ears:Coo-coo-roo-cooHe’ll keep his duty,till there’s a coupand he is cooked Or his time is overand he has to report. Like him, …