from rural Riverside County near Perris California I. Here I Am I hear horses neighing Hear what they are saying As hello how are you To animals like me And so I answer too Out here in the country When in Rome what to do If you wonder weighing How to know if staying Do you hear them neighing? And yes here in my heart I hear them too I guess I hear them call as though They call to me and so Here I am more or less At home when in Rome Then let the country start II. White Dog Poop Why oh my is this dog poop white Somehow? This mystery I see Before me turned by moonlight or What need dog poop be white now for? But this dog poop is white all right It is as though full moons had bleached Fantastic feces shipwrecked beached On sandy strands of fantasy Shat out by dogs of destiny In snowy bonfires one two three White dog poop answers vanity With questions of my sanity Though might as well so what the hell Why not go any color when Surprising dog stars rise again? What happens happens out of sight But under dog star light tonight With canine curiosity I wonder if I might see what White dog poop looks like from the butt? It is a mystery to me But this dog poop is white all right III. Rooster A rooster is never at rest Ever boosting himself as best Would he could crow on Everest To cock a doodle do Would crow anywhere he could go To sow his best for show nor rest Go do his doodle do beau geste For him nor me or you Do his duty to walk the talk A gawking squawking so-and-so Who knows he is cock of the walk So many of him too And so he is will be and was He whose shtick is to be a dick A doodle do who doodle does Ever boosting himself as best A rooster is never at rest +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII