Little Brook, flow quickly out;
Put the oven fire out!
And the little Brook flowed out into the oven and extinguished the whole fire.
The next morning the people came to see if the Cock was dead, when, lo! he was already perched upon the roof, singing:
Cock-a-doodle-doo! Cock-a-doodle-doo!
One kick for the King, for the Queen two!
Now the King was beside himself with rage. He rushed out to catch the Cock himself, and not knowing, in his excitement, what to do with him, he thrust him under his night-clothes. Then the Cock told the swarm of Bees to come out and sting the King. “Buzz, buzz!” out they came, and stung the King till he was all one wound.
At this the King commanded his servants to lock up the Cock in his treasure-chamber, that he might miserably starve to death. The servants seized the Cock and carried him to the treasure-chamber, but they were so frightened that they ran away as fast as their heels could carry them, forgetting to fasten the door. There were great heaps of shining, brand-new ducats in the treasure-chamber, and the Cock made the best of the opportunity by swallowing a number of them and hiding one under each of his feathers. Then he flew away to his old master’s house. He perched upon a tree in the yard and began to crow:
O, little father, little father!
Spread some plates abroad for me,