The rooster Chanticleer roosted on the chandelier and knowing that he hated crowing to wake the children up for school which as a rule they did,
he hid his cocky doodle crow and sang instead to let the children know the time had come and the rising of the sun was nigh.
A loose wire became Chanticleers undoing,the shooting bolts of five hundred volts cooked his goose,now
he's hanging loose in the pantry
poor old
Chanticleer.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
The rooster Chanticleer roosted on the chandelier and knowing that he hated crowing to wake the children up for school which as a rule they did,
he hid his cocky doodle crow and sang instead to let the children know the time had come and the rising of the sun was nigh.
A loose wire became Chanticleers undoing,the shooting bolts of five hundred volts cooked his goose,now
he's hanging loose in the pantry
poor old
Chanticleer.
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