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...BOYHOOD FRIENDS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONNET: 48 by GEORGE SANTAYANA PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS by ALFRED TENNYSON WATER WOMAN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE WEST FRONT by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES PINE BRANCH by BERENICE BRIGHAM |