Perek Shira and the Rooster

[continuing on in Perek Shira…]

“Cocka-dooodle-doo,” calls the rooster in the early morn

“C’mon wake up, it might look dark but ‘tis the crack of dawn”

“The earliest hours of the day are when G-d visits Eden

And with the secrets of the world the air is redolently laden”

One eye opens, you hear the rooster’s call, but see no sun rays

So you decide right then and there, the rooster doesn’t know night from days

Back off to dreamland you drift, until the rooster crows yet again

“Lift up the gates, open up, let a G-dly atmosphere in”

The rooster then speaks up again, ignoring that you just snored

 “Get up, get busy with Torah, to earn Heavenly reward”

Groan you go, krechtz you give, roll over and drift back to sleep

But the rooster has the job of alarm clock that he wants to keep

“For G-d’s help, we await” he crows and crows, hoping to reach you

Not understanding why the pleasures of sleep you continue to pursue

Then as the heavens finally fill with dawn’s dazzling light

The rooster will not let you sleep without a crowing fight

Dumber folks put their heads under their pillows so as not to hear

So Mr. Rooster becomes more persistent, cockadoodling loud and clear

“Until when will you stay, you lazy man, thinking sleep is sweet

If you do that all day, there’ll be no food for you to eat

There’s work for roosters as alarm clocks, but there’s work for you, too

So get, up, rise and shine, there’s much work we need to do”

Seven times, the rooster crows, seven times trying to get us out of bed

And if we listen to his call, well, getting up is what gets us ahead.

So my friend, listen well, don’t sleep your life away

Rise up early and get to work at the start of each new day.

Wake up when you hear the rooster and watch the brightening of the world by the sun

Give yourself a full day of getting busy as there is much work that needs to be done.


Way back when I was a kid, we had a whole flock of chickens and roosters.  One of the roosters, when he was not more than a bit of fluff and feathers, had an accident that tore off one wing.  He compensated greatly by learning how to run fast.  There was nothing that zoomed about our property faster than that one-winged rooster.  That fall, my family went away for a New York City jaunt, and before we did we secured all the chickens and roosters into a barn-structure where they would be safe and have food and drink.  That one-winged rooster, Teepaysh we named him, however, was not to be caught.  He was quicker than all of us.  After about an hour of us trying unsuccessfully to get him, we gave up and just left him alone on the property.  When we got back from our outing, oh how shocking it was, we found a weasel or two had gotten into the barn and had done away with all our chickens.  The only survivor was Teepaysh who was not in the barn and was free to run.  The reason why Teepaysh had such a colorful name was that we decided that in addition to his wing-disability he must have a limited-rooster brain, for he would cockadoodle loud and clear from sometime in the night and onward.  We would groan and mutter, “but it is still night, what kind of rooster is he that he doesn’t know the difference between night and day.”  It was a bit of time until we kids realized that we were the “tipshim” the ones limited in understanding, for Teepaysh did exactly what roosters ought to do, crow seven times from after midnight and onward.  He was quick on his feet, and quick to do his alarm clock job.  When we got roosters again, none of us were surprised that roosters’ awakening calls come at the darkest time of night, before dawn, and then finally heralds the dawn.


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