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.