There's a blighted rooster somewhere in the proximity, a rooster with a lively set of vocal chords and bubbling enthusiasm that seems to burst open sometime around 4:00am everyday and such vigorously does the rooster crow that i marvel at its range of octaves.
That's one poultry Pavarotti who knows how to crow like a ballistic missile.
If cock-a-doodle-doo were a chaotic opera this rooster would be the finest cluck coloratura.
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