I spot a Stranger in the crowd,
He sits quietly with a black shroud.
My!!! Oh!!! My!!! He does crow,
Every morning at  my front door.
Up to his music I do awake,
Sugarless coffee I do take.
Well!!! Oh!!! Well!!! who can’t mistake,
The hidden black cock.

Cock a Doodle Doo!! Hellos and goodbyes,
He flaunts his plumes to the morning skies.
He majestically walks flaunting his toes,
Looking and observing as he melodiously crows.
Cock a Doodle Doo!!! Hello and Salaam!!!
I am coming, can you resist my charm???
No I cannot, so don’t worry,
Both of us now shall become chicken curry.
What did you say you want to become whole??
Then come on Stranger, here’s chicken soup from the Soul.

By Anisha Achankunju (C) 10th January 2011