My Grandfather's Cock
And it dragged on the floor.
It was longer by half than the old man himself,
And it weighed near a hundred-weight more.
He'd a horn on the morn of the day he was born.
It was always his joy and his pride.
But it dropped, shrank, never to rise again
The day the old man died.
Drink it down, down, down, down,
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|Created||:||2003 August 24|
|Modified||:||2003 September 9; 2004 March 1; October 26; 2005 November 11; 2006 January 28: 2010 February 24|
|Author||:||Jeff "Little Head" Hutchinson|
|:||Hutchinson dot Jeff at gmail dot com|