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1868–1955

The Rue. The Rooster.

Robert Williams Wood

When you awake at half-past-two, And hear a “Cock-a-doodle-doo,” No argument need then ensue, It is the Rooster, not the Rue,

Which never thus disturbs our dreams, With ruthless rude nocturnal screams. We sleep less soundly than we used ter And love the Rue but rue the Rooster.

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