His teeth, bared in a snarl, cause us pain and dismay,
And yet, we must face him at least once a day.
Forever, the waves will roll in to the sand,
And through time, the cock, his only master, will crow and,
Even though as we get older, we may no longer need him,
In the end, we will find we can no longer part with him.
Christopher J. Cramer
March 18, 1981