Chapter II: Cockadoodledoo!

Cockadoodledoo!
Our Lady’s lost her shoe,
St. Joseph’s lost his lantern,
What will they do?
The Child will be both Shoes and Staff
And a Lantern too.
In the dark night He’ll be their Light.
And their Guide so true
Cockadoodledoo!

They that slept for sorrow
Wake on a glad morrow,
Their goal won,
Their travel done,
Their trouble thro’—
How cunning is His little laugh
His eyes how blue!
Cockadoodledoo!
The sun is high in Egypt’s sky,
Cockadoodledoo!