Oho! Little Rooster! What, trying to crow? Is that what you mean By that noise? Oho! Why, that was a cross 'Twixt a croak and a groan. If I had not been looking, I should not have known What it was that was making That curious sound, That seemed to be coming Right out of the ground. I wish you could see How funny you look, With your mouth so wide open, Your neck in a crook, And you straining so hard To make that hoarse note, That squeaked so, and stuck Like the croup in your throat. I cannot help laughing; But try it again,— If you don't ever crow, Folks will think you're a hen. 'T is by trying, and trying, And trying, you know, That all the old roosters Have learned how to crow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 31 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE CHILD ALONE: 4. PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 10. BLIND LOVE by PHILIP AYRES MAUDLIN'S SONG: 2 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY FORLORN, MY LOVE by ROBERT BURNS A LYNMOUTH WIDOW by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |