Oh, who can show as yellow claws or such a comb as mine?
Where some have one tail feather, I am proudly waving two,
And I have an extra doodle to my Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
The other roosters in the barn-yard talked the matter o’er,
The little upstart really was becoming quite a bore.
At last a handsome game-cock volunteered to take the case;
“It’s time,” he said, “the creature should be taught to know his place;
It goes against the grain, my friends, to whip a thing so small,
But since it’s for our peace of mind, why—duty first of all!”
And hardly had these sentiments escaped the noble bird