HIRAM, THE BLEATING ROOSTER

HIRAM, THE BLEATING ROOSTER

There was a goat named Hiram

Who thought he was a rooster,

You had to admire ‘em,

Even though he was from Worcester, (Woos-ter),

 

Poor Hiram always thought

He gave a mighty cock-a-doodle-doo!

But honestly, all he wrought

Was a feeble, bleating boo boo,

 

“We don’t care,” said the hens,

When they paused to take stock,

“Besides, he’s our friend

And no one needs alarm clocks!”

 

So, while you can’t always win,

Or fit a role so neat,

You should throw it all in

With a mighty “bleat, bleat!”   🙂