Crowed

Crowed out aloud the morning cocks For it was morning For it was dawn and they wanted to be first alighted by first light to show the All that they were first, supreme and great. Only an aged Cock of Wisdom crowed not For he spent night contemplating the Wise Owls that on nearby bough sate themselves and heard their speech and learnt and now all tired to the other cocks he spoke the cocks that crowed. 'Ah my friends, my relatives, crow not too much, not too continous, without stoppages and rests, nor with the volume that you crow now. For soon your brilliant crowing will after the first wave of enthusiasm be a common sound, a jarring sound, and you throats will be hoarse and day as all days turn from the first brilliant spurt to day of drear.'