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Bulldog
You've got a rocket
Inside your bullet head
I've seen you walk it baby
Your knack for greatness
Has never done you wrong
You showed that sweet old lady
Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog down below
You talk of genius
I feel an undertow
Which head of yours is bragging now?
One made of lettuce is smarter than you both
You showed that manhole anyhow
Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog
Who's got the bulldog down below
He'll bend you over
Little red rover
Bend you right over
Some casanova
Go to your momma
Little chihuahua
Get back to your momma
Little chihuahua
Oh
song performed by by Tracy Bonham from The Burdens Of Being Upright
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The Bulldog And The Boy
The Bulldog and the Boy
The little black and white bulldog ran into the sun
he was cute just having fun.
The little boy threw him a bone
while they played his mother was on the phone.
The beach was very much fun,
the bulldog and the boy played in the sun.
Today could be a very rainy day
but tomorrow they both will play.
All the while they ran and laughed in the sand
While his mother layed on the beach and tanned.
poem by Karen Christal
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Cockroach aint had no right in fowl cock company.
Couple Of Chicken Religious Meal
The couple of chicken religious meal
On the ruwatan of my mother
Offering to me
8. Couple Of Chicken Religious Meal
I left the hen one at my grandma house
and bring the cock going home
after arrive at home
that cock
I bring everywhere
aver meet the another one
keep fighting with my cock and win
sometime meet with the cockfighter
neighbour, who have gerobak repair house
where they iron for
and teakwood for
in the center field
they fight my cock and theirs
the winner is always my cock
Their face look very regretful
And they offering to bought my cock
I avoid
And tomorrow eveing, when I went home from school
I found my cock foot
He stay and asleep in my house corner
My cockfoot had injury was harpooned
I care with garlic, not yet recover
I care with peniciclin, not
a week after that cock dead
I cry for the whole day
I don’t understand adult will won theirself
they dont understand, that is not just a cock
But a cock for religious meal in the ruwatan of my mother
My grandma gift
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Snowball Is Back With His Hens
Poor snowball the white silky bantam cock not feeling well of late
His son big red has thrashed him he is in a sorry state
Dried blood on his neck feathers from the comb he has bled
He has really copped a hiding from his oldest offspring red.
Red and his half sibling cock white silky bantams by Steve and Annie to be sold
Around the yard with their parent hens they won't grow tired and old
In the fowl pen they are obliged to wait tomorrow at the break of day
Steve will take them in a box to the fowl dealing woman in the house across the way.
Snowball is back with his hens his aggressive son now behind lettuce wire
Will never have another chance of attacking his snow white sire
Snowball is Steve and Annie's favourite rooster and they decide who stay
And violence as big red will find out it does not always pay.
Snowball the silky bantam cock he crows in the backyard
With dried blood on his neck feathers and his comb from warring scarred
And tomorrow big red will be gone and snowball again will reign supreme
And he will recover from his wounds and regain his self esteem.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Hey Buldog
Sheep dog standing in the rain
Bull frog doing it again
Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles
What makes you think youre something special when you smile?
Child-like no one understands
Jack-knife in your sweaty hands
Some kind of innocence is measured out in years
You dont know what its like to listen to your fears
You can talk to me, you can talk to me
You can talk to me, if youre lonely you can talk to me
Big man (yeah) walking in the park
Wigwam frightened of the dark
Some kind of solitude is measured out in you
You think you know it but you havent got a clue
You can talk to me, you can talk to me
You can talk to me, if youre lonely you can talk to me hey
Hey bulldog (woof), hey bulldog, hey bulldog
Hey man whos that boy? - woof!
Whadya say? - I said woof!
Dy know any more? - wowu-wa ah! ha ha!
You got him! get him! ... get him man! ... get him! you got him!...
Quiet boy, quiet! (okay) quiet!
Hey bulldog...
song performed by by Beatles
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The Song at Cock-Crow
1918 -- Ille autem iterum negavit.
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
But followed far off to see what they would do,
Till the cock crew--till the cock crew--
After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas only a maid in the palace who heard,
As he sat by the fire and warmed himself through.
Then the cock crew! Then the cock crew!
("Though also art one of them.") Then the cock crew!
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He had neither the Throne, nor the Keys nor the Sword--
A poor silly fisherman, what could he do,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But weep for his wickedness when the cock crew?
. . . . . .
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
He was Fisher of Men, as foretold by the Word,
With the Crown on his brow and the Cross on his shoe,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
In Flanders and Picardy when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Mary the Mother in Heaven Who heard,
She grieved for the maidens and wives that they slew
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
At Tirmonde and Aerschott when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
The Babe in the Manger awakened and stirred,
And He stretched out His arms for the playmates
He knew--
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But the waters had covered them when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Earth in her agony waited his word,
But he sat by the fire and naught would he do,
Though the cock crew--though the cock crew--
Over all Christendom, though the cock crew!
The last time that Peter denied his Lord,
The Father took from him the Keys and the Sword,
And the Mother and Babe brake his Kingdom in two,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
(Because of his wickedness) when the cock crew!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Poor Man
The hen has no breasts; poor cock.
The hen has no lips; poor cock.
The hen has no hair; poor cock.
The cock can rape hen; poor man.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Modest Jazz-Bird
The Jazz-bird sings a barnyard song—
A cock-a-doodle bray,
A jingle-bells, a boiler works,
A he-man's roundelay.
The eagle said, 'My noisy son,
I send you out to fight!'
So the youngster spread his sunflower wings
And roared with all his might.
His headlight eyes went flashing
From Oregon to Maine;
And the land was dark with airships
In the darting Jazz-bird's train.
Crossing the howling ocean,
His bell-mouth shook the sky;
And the Yankees in the trenches
Gave back the hue and cry.
And Europe had not heard the like—
And Germany went down!
The fowl of steel with clashing claws
Tore off the Kaiser's crown.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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The bush fowl saw the chicken being carved up and laughed. The chicken told the bush fowl to stop laughing. For the same hands now carving up the chicken would be used to carve up the bush fowl.
Cock Up Your Beaver
When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,
He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;
But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!
Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu' sprush,
We'll over the border, and gie them a brush;
There's somebody there we'll teach better behaviour,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!
poem by Robert Burns
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Never mock a fowl with raffled feathers it might have won a fight.
Fight
Sometimes there's nothing to feel
Sometimes there's nothing to hold
Sometimes there's no time to run away
Sometimes you just feel so old
The times it hurts when you cry
The times it hurts just to breathe
And then it all seems like there's no-one left
And all you want is to sleep
Fight fight fight
Just push it away
Fight fight fight
Just push until it breaks
Fight fight fight
Don't cry at the pain
Fight fight fight
Or watch yourself burn again
Fight fight fight
Don't howl like a dog
Fight fight
Just fill up the sky
Fight fight fight
Fight til you drop
Fight fight fight
And never never
Never stop
Fight fight fight
Fight fight fight
So when the hurting starts
And when the nightmares begin
Remember you can fill up the sky
You don't have to give in
You don't have to give in
Never give in
Never give in
Never give in
song performed by by Cure
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Leave My Kitten Alone
You better leave my kitten all alone
You better leave my kitten all alone
Well I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her alone
Dont you know
My kitten isnt dead
Dont you know
My kitten isnt dead
So get your hands off of her
Cause Im her lovin man
Well mister dog
Im gonna hit you
On the top of your head
That girls gonna miss you
And youre gonna wish that you were dead
You better leave my kitten all alone
I love my little kitten
Well, like you hounddogs love your bone
Well mister dog
Im gonna hit you
On the top of your head
That girls gonna miss you
And youre gonna wish that you were dead
You better leave my kitten all alone
I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her
I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her
I tell you big bad bulldog
Well, you better leave her alone
You better leave
You better leave
You better leave
My kitten all alone
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Price Of The Cock
THE PRICE OF THE COCK
A WOMAN STOLE A COCK AND TOOK IT TO THE MARKET TO SELL IT, WHILST AT THE MARKET, SMARTER THIEVES STOLE THE COCK FROM HER AND SHE WENT BACK HOME SOBER!
ON HER ARRIVAL AT HER HOUSE, AN INQUISITIVE NEIGHBOUR ASKED, DEAR NEIGHBOUR, YOUR COCK WHICH YOU TOOK TO THE MARKET, HOW MUCH DID YOU SELL IT? SHE ASKED AND THE SOBER WOMAN REPLIED, IT WAS SOLD FOR EXACTLY THE SAME PRICE FOR WHICH IT WAS BOUGHT!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Cock-a-doodle-do
Cock-a-doodle-do
Sings the cock in the morning
To wake up people!
poem by Asif Andalib
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When the cockroach decides to make the cock its friend it must be ready to end up in the cock's stomach.
As the old cock crows, the young cock learns.