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Sun-red, stuck-up and golden-feathered,

Green, sparkling, singing by his wil,

Tossed madly yesterday beheaded

The handsome cock on Sunny Hill.

The hens watched without a sound

His blood run out upon the dust.

His feathers scattered all around

Like foliage sprinkled with rust

He entered nude the hellish cauldron.

A victim to a famous saint.

I'm not surprised he suffered all that.

He was a comely fowl. A gent!

He cocked around with loving care

Disquieting the village piece.

Now in the Lord's almighty ear

He'll crow his day-to-day decrees.

He'll justify our sinful nature

With his sonorous crows en bloc.

I doubt our human stature

But, yeah, he was a real cock!

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