A small plea to a rooster not to crow before daybreak, promised a comb of gold and wings of silver for his trouble. The gentle bargaining and soft repetition suit a slow, sing-song read.
From Mother Goose / Nursery Rhymes (traditional). See the whole collection.
Oh, my pretty cock, oh, my handsome cock,
I pray you, do not crow before day,
And your comb shall be made of the very beaten gold,
And your wings of the silver so gray.
Public domain. Text from The Real Mother Goose (Blanche Fisher Wright, 1916), via Project Gutenberg. View the source edition