The Liberal Tendencies of Fowls

Fowls tend to have by nature
very liberal tendencies
they cluck, at times crow
at unearthly hours in the morning
in both fair and foul weather
be it noonday sun, midautumn festival
of course if they live in igloos
they sleep all through the lugubrious night
swooning like picanninies on the Alpines
unaccustomed to their more restricted neighbours
gobbling like turkeys throughout summer
in the Black Forest

The Moon Rabbit will sit on its haunches
and pretend that nothing is amiss
until the cock stops crowing
at the break of dawn
bursting instead into song
and dancing like Fred Estaire

Oh, what a wonderful world it would be indeed
if old grey gloomy cocks could sing
like Michael Jackson
and do the moondance
and a bit of MTV jiggling
giggling now and then
with bits of carrots stuck in their beaks
before going not gently into the night
but with a rage
doing a brilliant cockadoodle do
with a thundering crow
and a great scream of fury
against the placid foolish ducks
who seem to smile
all the time
even when their quacking
is undone by Elmer Fudd
in a burst of irreverence
on a Sunday morning
when No Quacking Rules
apply in the singsong sunny spots
of New Caledonia ...