To the tune, "Goats on the Mountainside."
The rooster crows at break of day,
At dusk the ravens squawk and fuss,
Who isn't busy making noise and raising clouds of dust?
The highway stretches far,
And the water flows away;
Everyone is city-bound and hopes to be a star,
And they'll be old tomorrow who are young and fresh today.
Will always last,
Get ground down fast.