Proud Red Rooster

I am a proud red rooster from the friendly town of Worcester* Equipped with a brain the size of a pea I'm glad it's my red comb that people see The highlight of every day comes early my way As dark of night yields to light I wind myself up extra tight then I let loose with blood-curdling Cock-a-doodle hurdlings ~ And that concludes this poem's wordlings _____________________________________ *The 'or' in the first syllable of Worcester, Ma is pronounced like the 'oo' in 'look.'