AT SIX O’CLOCK
A little boy got out of bed — ’Twas only six o’clock: Out of the window he poked his head And spied a crowing cock. The little boy said, “Mr. Bird. Pray tell me who are you?” And all the answer that he heard Was, “Cock-a-doodle-doo.”
“What would you think, if you were I, Boy said, “and I were you?” But still that Bird pro-vok-ingly Cried, “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
“How many times, you stupid-head, Goes three in twenty-two?” That old Bird winked one eye and said, Just “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
He slammed the window down again When up that old Bird flew, And, pecking at the window pane, Cried, “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 38, 7 May 1927, Page 25 (Supplement)
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108AT SIX O’CLOCK Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 38, 7 May 1927, Page 25 (Supplement)
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