When the cock crows I wake
In the pond quacks a drake
Our pet dog barks
At a pair of warbling larks
Good morning says the scent
Of a fresh baked cake.
As the clock ticks to eight
‘‘I’m open,’’ creaks the gate
Baaing goats lead the way
Mooing cattle leave their bay
They tinkle to the meadow
With a spring in their gait.
Neighs the horse in the stable
Cooing pigeons on the gable
Pigs grunting in the filth
Bullocks panting out the tilth
The purring cat laps up milk
By my side at the table.
Chirping birds on the tree
Nectar scouting buzzing bee
Love to hear rustling leaves
Geckos clicking on the eaves
O the sounds of the country
Fills my heart with glee.
A rabbit scurried with a squeak
Saw it by the babbling creek
Where humming birds hover
And squirrels run for cover
Heard the sound of pecking
From a woodpecker’s beak
Autumn leaves crackle crisper
Love the winds that whisper
Conches blowing at dusk
Sipping tea, crunchy rusk
Ends a lovely day of music
As I watch Big Dipper.
