A rooster flapped his wings and crowed A merrysome cockadoodledoo, As out of the west a cowboy rode To the land where the peach and the clapboard grew, Humming a gentle tralalaloo.
"O insect with the gilded wing," The cowboy cried, "Pray tell me true Why do you crane your neck and sing That wearisome cockadoodledoo? Would you like to learn the tralalaloo?"
Now the rooster squawked an impudent word Whereat the angered cowboy threw His lariat at the haughty bird And choked him until his gills were blue And his eyes hung out an inch or two.
"Now hear _me_ sing," the cowboy cried; "It ain't no cockadoodledoo -- It's a song we sing on the prairies wide -- The simple song of tralalaloo, Which is cowboy slang for 12 to 2. "
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