The Scat Rooster from Mans Ned Gum

[Verse] In the land of Mans Ned Gum, by the crimson sun, A rooster croons a scat tune, and no one's done, Wings flutter, a symphony—unearthly hymn, Feathers whirl, like dancers on a whim. [Verse 2] Notes don't shackle; they scatter like wild winds, Beaks high, melodic cries, time suspends, Syncopated rhythms beneath the sky’s grey hems, Scat Rooster serenades, where chaos transcends. [Chorus] Squawk, squawk, diddly-dee, glide on syllables free, Cacophony of colors, unhinged harmony, Jazz in whispers, roosters warbling spree, Mans Ned Gum listens, surreal rhapsody. [Verse 3] Nocturnal shadows mingle with dawn’s first beams, Scat Rooster's echoes swirl through villagers' dreams, Pulse of the raw earth shapes primal themes, Life interpreted through abstract seams. [Bridge] Unpredictable arcs, melodies never tame, His crows mutate, he plays a nameless game, Soloist of the sunrise, prismatic flame, Every cluck, a note, in nature's frame. [Verse 4] Villagers sip their bewildering brew, Dan de doo wop, in the skies so blue, Scat Rooster’s rhythms, ever fresh and new, In the land of Mans Ned Gum, surreal hues.