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With kingly pride, beak opened wide,
     His clarion call is clear,
And, as the night turns into day,
      He wakes those far and near.

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Far from the world of sleeping man,
      His cock-a-doodle-doo 
Is carried through the morning mist
      To waken me and you. 

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King of the Roost, most splendid bird,
     Attired in feathers bright:
You wear a crown fit for a king
     And are an awesome sight.

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You guard your *harem vigorously 
     From males who venture near
And display those *razzle dazzle plumes
      Within your regal sphere.

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 I feel a sadness that most folk
      First meet you on a plate.
That, surely for King of the Roost,
       Must be a cruel fate.

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* razzle dazzle:-  showy; flashy; eye-catching

* harem:  (informal meaning):  a group of females living with one male, ie hens living with cockerel in the above poem.

 

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