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Rh Frick, frack, frock, It's his spur passing; Click, clack, clock, It's the rooster Tick-tock, Flick, flack, flock, It's the little rooster.

Quibus, quabus! Who is that chuckling? It's the hen and her chicks, Who have neither socks nor shoes; Mr Duck and Mrs Goose, Who never want to walk straight. They come from far away, come on! From by the sea of beetles, Where they found nothing to devour Except for crumbly cheese. Ah! Give them quickly, for they are hungry, Give them quickly a crust of bread. Mr Rooster, in a brave tone, Already cries out: Cock-a-doodle-doo!