Rainy Day Rooster #12&35

20 x 20

Oil on Canvas

Gallery Wrapped and Framed

November 2022

I’m gonna peck that sand. I’m gonna scratch that earth. 
I’m gonna love that land. I’m gonna share my perch.

Today’s the day I’m gonna conquer every curb I lean to
then I’m gonna spread my wings and crow it at the morning rain. 

When the sun’s high above, I’d rather stay at home.
Because this hen I love – she dons a scarlet comb.

But today’s the day I’m gonna gobble every grub I dare to
Yeah. Then I’m gonna spread my wings and crow it at the morning rain. 

At the morning rain. Tastes as fine as sweet Champaign.

I have a spot downtown, near the shuffle courts.
Gals in funny hats, men in Bermuda shorts.

But today’s the day I’m gonna strut on any court I choose to
Yep. Then I’m gonna spread my wings and crow it at the morning rain.

At the morning rain. It’s pouring and I can’t complain.

I’m gonna shine my beak. I’ll likely flap my wings.
I’ll start a winning streak – for what tomorrow brings.

But today’s the day I’m gonna splash in every pool I come to 
Oh yeah. Then I’m gonna spread my wings and crow it at the morning rain.

I’m gonna cross that street, to peck a cockle shell.
I’m gonna stretch my feet, I’m gonna crow like hell.

‘Cause today’s the day I’m gonna nibble any bush I choose to
Yes sir. Then I’m gonna spread my wings and crow it at the morning rain.

At the morning rain. I’ll crow my story loud and plain.