THE ROOSTER FROM KITCHUSIS

Come all ye good people I'll sing you a song,
Of men that were known the world over,
And made themselves famous in ballad and tale,
With their love for a roll in the clover.
You may think Casanova and Romeo, too,
Are the best that our history produces,
But the world's greatest lover was no man at all,
But a rooster that came from Kitchusis.

For it's cock-a-lie-doodle and cock-a-lie-diddle,
And cock-a-lie-doodle and then,
When everyone else is knocked out on the floor,
Sure, I'll cock-a-lie-doodle again.

His owner would swear that he stood five feet tall,
With a comb like a red flannel blanket,
And a tail so grand that the peacocks of old,
Would be hard put to outrank it.
While his beady great eyes searched the earth and the skies,
For some creature to put to his uses,
Some virginal thing he would have for a fling,
When the dark of the night struck Kitchusis.

For it's cock-a-lie-doodle and cock-a-lie-diddle,
And cock-a-lie-doodle and then,
When everyone else is knocked out on the floor,
Sure, I'll cock-a-lie-doodle again.

Now, when he was a baby, a bare six weeks old,
The first hen he tackled, is said,
Was dragged to the henhouse a Leg Horn White,
And came back a Rhode Island Red.
Then a cow had a calf with three legs and a half,
And horns that resembled a moose's,
Instead of a moo it yelled cock-a-lie-do,
Like that dirty old bird from Kitchusis.

For it's cock-a-lie-doodle and cock-a-lie-diddle,
And cock-a-lie-doodle and then,
When everyone else is knocked out on the floor,
Sure, I'll cock-a-lie-doodle again.

Then the farmer's poor wife who went out for the eggs,
To the henhouse in all kinds of weather,
Had twins in the Spring that the neighbours all said,
Were born with a head full of feathers.
The doctor explained it was caused by some pills,
And gave out with other excuses,
But everyone knew it was time to get rid,
Of that dirty old bird from Kitchusis.

For it's cock-a-lie-doodle and cock-a-lie-diddle,
And cock-a-lie-doodle and then,
When everyone else is knocked out on the floor,
Sure, I'll cock-a-lie-doodle again.

Now, Kitchusis it sits in Conception Bay,
Like a pearl in a jewellery store,
And the people still talk of that wonderful bird,
That lived in their town by the shore.
Forgot were the hard times they had in the past,
The hunger, and cold, and abuses,
But they'll always remember that rooster of old,
That dirty great bird from Kitchuses.

For it's cock-a-lie-doodle and cock-a-lie-diddle,
And cock-a-lie-doodle and then,
When everyone else is knocked out on the floor,
Sure, I'll cock-a-lie-doodle again.

For it's cock-a-lie-doodle and cock-a-lie-diddle,
And cock-a-lie-doodle and then,
When everyone else is knocked out on the floor,
Sure, I'll cock-a-lie-doodle again.

Spoken:

Well, I tell you if you don't get that rooster outta here,
I'm gonna have a nervous breakdown,
We're gonna have to lock up grandmother.
Tell you what we could do is take that rooster,
And trade that rooster in on a dog and shoot the dog,
'Cause we just gotta get rid of that dirty old rooster!

####.... Dick Nolan (Welcome Aboard, Boot BTM 2008, Maritime Series, 1984) ....####

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