“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

Rooster looked up and saw the Great Sun

sitting on the hen house roof.

 

“Where does the Great Sun come from?

Where does the Great Sun go?

If I can reach the top of my house,

I’ll talk to him – then I’ll know!”

 

But how would Rooster get there?

Ah! Rooster knew!

Rooster blew a roody roar

and flew through a fiery fog of . . .

Phooh!

But when he got there –

the Great Sun wasn’t there.

So Rooster huffed at the roof,

“Do you know where the Great Sun goes?”

 

The mossy roof whispered,

“The Great Sun comes this way every day.

He warms me a little, then goes on his way.

But where he goes, no one knows.”

 

“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

Rooster looked up and saw the Great Sun

sitting on the old plum tree.

“If I can reach the top of the tree,

I’ll talk to him – then I’ll know!”

 

But how would Rooster get there?

Ah! Rooster knew!

Rooster blew a roody roar

and flew through a fiery fog of . . .

Phooh!

 

 

 

But when he got there –

the Great Sun wasn’t there.

So Rooster huffed at the plums,

“Do you know where the Great Sun goes?”

 

The purple plums whispered,

“The Great Sun comes this way every day.

He warms us a little, then goes on his way.

But where he goes, no one knows.”

 

“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

Rooster looked up and saw the Great Sun

sitting on the speckled hill.

“If I can reach the top of the hill,

I’ll talk to him – then I’ll know!”

 

But how would Rooster get there?

Ah! Rooster knew!

(And I think you know, too!)

Rooster blew a roody roar

and flew through a fiery fog of . . .

Phooh!

 

But when he got there –

the Great Sun wasn’t there.

So Rooster huffed at the hill,

“Do you know where the Great Sun goes?”

 

The bumpy hill whispered,

“The Great Sun comes this way every day.

He warms me a little, then goes on his way.

But where he goes, no one knows.”

 

 

 

“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

Rooster looked up and saw the Great Sun

sitting on sky-high mountain.

“If I can reach the mountain top,

I’ll talk to him – then I’ll know!”

 

But how would Rooster get there?

Ah! Rooster knew!

(And, of course, you know too!)

Rooster blew a roody roar

and flew through a fiery fog of . . .

Phooh!

 

But when he got there –

the Great Sun wasn’t there.

So Rooster huffed at the rocks,

“Do you know where the Great Sun goes?”

 

The crumbly rocks whispered,

“The Great Sun comes this way every day.

He warms us a little, then goes on his way.

But where he goes, no one knows.”

 

“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

Rooster looked down and saw the Great Sun –

sitting on the wrinkly sea.

“If I can reach the whooshy sea,

I’ll talk to him – then I’ll know!”

 

But how would Rooster get there?

Ah! Rooster knew!

(So, what did he do?)

Rooster blew a roody roar

and flew through a fiery fog of . . .

Phooh!

 

 

 

But when he got there –

the Great Sun wasn’t there.

So Rooster huffed at the waves,

“Do you know where the Great Sun goes?”

 

The frothy waves whispered,

“The Great Sun comes this way every day.

He warms us a little, then goes on his way.

But where he goes, no one knows.”

 

“Cock-a-doodle-doo!”

Rooster looked up and saw the Great Moon –

sitting in the twinkling sky.

“Where does the Great Moon come from?

Where does the Great Moon go?

If I can reach the top of the sky,

I’ll talk to him – then I’ll know!”

 

But how would Rooster get there?

Ah! Rooster knew!

(But, wait . . .)

Rooster could no more

blow a roody roar.

Instead, he yawned

and closed his eyes.

Then dreamt of the moon.

And a fiery fog of . . .

phooh!

 

© Charlie Wilson 2013