Good ox, good ass, your brothers wait

This hour beside His Crib—A sign

There, too, is thine, meek lamb; thy Mate

Is Blessed Mary’s Lamb divine!

And, from thy seed, bold Chanticleer!

Shall spring that bird of Passiontide,

Whose voice shall thrice to Peter’s ear

Proclaim: ‘Thou hast thy Lord denied!’