“CalLOG’alloo-ay” On a windy day. Perched on a tree-top high I pour my notes from a valiant throat; For cock o’ the walk am I! Defiant, loud, superbly proud, My song soars to the blue, A clarion call a challenge to all: “CalLOG’alloo-ay-calloo!” I have set the bounds to my feeding grounds; And here I am the king. With beak and claw I press my law On every feathered thing. Cock o’ the walk—no questing hawk, Proud eagle, crow nor thrush Stays to defy my battle-cry, My pinions’ whistling rush. “CalLOG’allay-oo!” When day is new I fill the scented morn With a joyful song, loud, sweet and long— My echoing, hunting horn. “Calloo, callay!” I greet the day Throned on a tree-top high. In my domain I rule, I reign, Cock o’ the walk am I! Epilogue