My Gentle Cock

I have a gentle cock
Who crows the day;
He gets me up early
My prayers to say.

I have a gentle cock,
He's descended from the great;
His comb is of red coral,
His tail is of black.

His legs are azure,
So gentle & so small;
His spurs are of silver
Down to the wall.

His eyes are of crystal,
Set all in amber;
& every night he perches
In my lady's chamber.

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