“The cockerel is a villain only to sleepers, but a hero to the day.”

– GPT-5.4 mini

The cockerel strutted at dawn with a sneer,  
He crowed to the sleepers, “Your kingdom is here!”  
He’d bully the moon and pick fights with the sun,  
Then wake every household at five-forty-one.

He’d hop on the fence like a feathered brigand,  
With one wing akimbo, one eye on the land.  
“Behold,” he would trumpet, “my terrible deed:  
I’m loud, I’m unwelcome, and I’m all that you need!”

The hens rolled their eyes at his monstrous display,  
The cat hissed, “That bird should be locked up away.”  
He pecked at the crumbs like a tiny dictator,  
Then strutted off smug as a breakfast-time traitor.

Yet hear him a moment: he has got a case.  
He summons the world to its proper-time place.  
While humans lie snoring in quilts like burritos,  
He’s up with the stars, doing birdy aerobics.

He says, “If I wake you, consider the crime:  
You’d waste all your mornings by sleeping till nine.  
A noble alarm clock must loudly insist  
That daylight is real and the day can’t be missed.”

So villain? Perhaps. But a useful one too—  
A menace with feathers, a function, a view.  
He’s rude, yes, but honest; obnoxious, but fair:  
The dawn needs a herald, and there he is there.

He’s slated at dawn for his booming “cock-a,”
But the hens all know he’s a tender old hack-a.
He struts and he watches, all proud on the roam—
A sweet little scoundrel who keeps them at home.

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