Chickens

Cock

Good-morrow to thy sable beak, And glossy plumage, dark and sleek, Thy crimson moon and azure eye, Cock of the heath, so wildly shy!

       Joanna Baillie—The Black Cock. St. 1.	  1

While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack or the barn door Stoutly struts his dames before.

       Milton—L’Allegro.	  2

The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day.

       Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 1. L. 150.	  3
         The early village cock

Hath twice done salutation to the morn.

       Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 209.	  4

Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, cock-a-diddle-dow.

       Tempest. Act I. Sc. 2. L. 384.