In the town, the cock don't crow
With comb erect, the randy so and so.
There ain't no hens who run for cover
From the strutting, beady eyed, insistent bugger.
The bird that greets the dawn in town
Sings from the top of the chimney's crown.
"Look at me, look at me," it loudly brags,
And another joins in for a right chin wag.
"The sun's up, wake up, get up," it sings
To his dowdy partner who silently brings
Worms for the little 'uns in the hedge
While dad can't wait for them to fledge.