Touché, my dear beloved friend—
I see theez game, eet 'as no end!
Even though I vowed desist—
How, oh how, can I resist?
You might find this un peu absurd—
Methinks we have a resourceful bird:
Something here's amiss, afoul—
Our cock-a-doodle's on the prowl—
He coughs and sputters through the yard,
The faithful, much-maligned diehard;
Through open window takes the flight,
Positions himself strategically right;
Horizon viewed through rear-view mirror—
(And we, the global Olympic buyer!)
Soon the golden globe's release,
With consequent clever fowling piece:
He places beak against the horn—
Et voilà—the bringing in of dawn!
"It will always be there pour vous"—
Chants subtle Chevy-doodle-doo!
And so, my dear, this adjutant bird
et très adorable! But mums the word!!!