The Nun's Priest's Tale
Richard
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With tales of dreams that soared so high.
Chanticleer, in his pride,
And the farmyard's peace was soon besmeared!
With feathers bright and crow so clear,
So here ends our tale of the cock so fine,
Chanticleer, with a cry so shrill,
Now listen well, to this tale so gay,
Of Chanticleer and his fateful day,
And the fox who almost made him dine,
Caught the cock in a deadly trap.
They chased the fox, away he fled,
In his coop, he was not cajoled,
Lived a rooster, Chanticleer,
Called the hens, with all his will,
The Nun's Priest's Tale, a joy to see!
Watched Chanticleer with a hungry eye,
Reynard the fox, cunning and sly,
But in a flash, the fox did snap,
He flattered the cock, oh so sly,
For cunning foxes lurk everywhere!
He ruled the hens, day by day.
Closed his eyes, with the fox beside,
Until one day, a fox appeared,
Oh, Chanticleer, the cock so bold,
In a farmyard bright and gay,
With laughter and mirth, let's all agree,
With Chanticleer safe, but full of dread.
Beware the flatterer, with words so fair,