Blue rooster is crowing, it must be the 'morn
I'm starting to wish that I'd never been born
I envy his days; he eats to his fill
He picks the best hens who bend to his will

His color is matching my current emotion
I wish he would stop with all his commotion
I'm so very tired, I just want to sleep
My fears and my doubts inside my mind creep

The color of blue is perfect for him
If it stays on me, my future looks dim
Emotions of blue can weigh a man down
Can cause him to wear a sad little frown

A true ladies' man, his nickname's Big Blue
I'm starting to think I'll make chicken stew.