From my son
With my interpretation
It did not matter what time I got in
After all I was the rooster
Except on school nights
and when I was to young
I’ve learned to live
in such a way that
I’m never late
Being my own boss
helps immensely
The parties start without me
I’m okay with that
I like arriving
when the coop is rocking
A fat rooster
Still crows as loud
In his own good time
knowing
the hens will wait
In his imagination.
Simon, my son
I had great fun
Generously
I want to share
our laughter
and our humor