Cock a Croo!!

Larry the little toff

To me a story brought

Of the absurd cock

Crossing the country lane

To me with a smirk

Ask him me, what came

O'er it ne'r the lane

To amble on just the same

A pea for brain I have not

Must'v be a dame ov'r the lane

To the cock had called out

Aroused to her it had ran

A laugh arose to this tale

Dashed along with a snort

Looked me ov'r with air

Thence asks o' me to take note

To the lane chanced had the cock

Whence it be out on for the stroll

Over the road it had spied a rock

'Pon 'itch fodder of his grows

To fodder, like as night with sun

I croaked to the mindless toad

Chance be to dare to have fun

Was why cock ventured abroad

As splinter 'rought to a fire

Pimpl's broke on the pinkish goose

Tossed his mane like a lion in ire

A whimper he lets to scamper loose

To the sound fine wet runs broke

Of the orb an eye to lips small nook

Shared to me the hurt roused in the bloc

As if games such in me'd make a crook

A brow I arched raised

Arms to a cross I make

To which breaths I liaised

Surveys of him I thence take

What of puzzle it be

Comes he may nigh

Hoping 'haps to dunce me

In turn to turn a pitiful cry

Hence the cock o're the ways

Reasons be naught to tarry to cross

Was split half and many says

Unfit for quills in ink to pros

As it brag fits of sanity one to lose

By asylums to times precious waste

O're a cock whose reasons cross

To which'e're ye orders and taste

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Español: Un gallo de pelea

Barley is a crop sometimes grown for fodder