Henbit and Chickweed

If henbit could cluck

And chickweed could chirp

Then green-combed roosters

In fine flowered finery

Would be to spring

What their avian counterparts are today:

Sound settings to wake people up

The good old fashioned way.

For few avian patriarchs

See enough light of day

To remember their job to greet it,

Subsisting as they do in free-range factories

To feed cloned appetites.

If henbit could cluck

And chickweed could chirp

Would they spread gloom and doom gossip

Of a weed killer come to judge the earth?