'Twas a hawk first caught the glimmer from the top of Bradford's Hill; Swift he flew to tell the mastiff who keeps guard at Saunder's mill; Loud the mastiff barked: "He's coming! Sun is coming! Coming soon!" And a little squirrel heard it far away at Hazeldoon; Like a flash the squirrel bounded up the hill and down the glen, And he told the joyful message to a sleepy little wren; Up she started, chirping loudly: "Sun is coming! Almost here!" And her eager little chirping woke our brave old chanticleer; Boldly he sang out the tidings, loud and clear as call could be -- And the rooster by his crowing told the gladsome news to me. |