The Nun's Priest's Tale

In a farmyard bright and gay,
Lived a rooster, Chanticleer,
With feathers bright and crow so clear,
He ruled the hens, day by day.

Oh, Chanticleer, the cock so bold,
In his coop, he was not cajoled,
Until one day, a fox appeared,
And the farmyard's peace was soon besmeared!

Reynard the fox, cunning and sly,
Watched Chanticleer with a hungry eye,
He flattered the cock, oh so sly,
With tales of dreams that soared so high.

Chanticleer, in his pride,
Closed his eyes, with the fox beside,
But in a flash, the fox did snap,
Caught the cock in a deadly trap.

Chanticleer, with a cry so shrill,
Called the hens, with all his will,
They chased the fox, away he fled,
With Chanticleer safe, but full of dread.

Now listen well, to this tale so gay,
Of Chanticleer and his fateful day,
Beware the flatterer, with words so fair,
For cunning foxes lurk everywhere!

So here ends our tale of the cock so fine,
And the fox who almost made him dine,
With laughter and mirth, let’s all agree,
The Nun's Priest's Tale, a joy to see!