There once was a rooster named Mr Bo
And all day long he ever only did crow
No matter t'was dawn, no matter t'was night
No matter he was mating, or in a fight
Crowing steeped his honour, he truly believed so
Looking for some quiet, a man came nigh
He walked to Mr Bo, and looked into his eye
You will give me peace, you will give me quiet
Else you'll be my dinner, I'll be hungry tonight
Mr Bo clucked and crowed, laughed forever till I die
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