Some say that ever ‘gainst that season come Wherein our saviour’s birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long.

What a noisy Christmas that must be!
Hey – Rooster!
Put a sock in it!
We’re trying to birth a baby in here.
Dawn’s not for hours, Mr. Cock-a-doodle doo.
Didn’t anybody tell you?
Wow, you just keep crowing, huh?
You want us to make some rooster soup?
We haven’t eaten in a while –
I bet my wife could use something keep up her strength.
Good morning, good morning, good morning
All night long.

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