Classic Poem

I have a gentle cock
Croweth me day;
He doth me risen early
My matins for to say.

I have a gentle cock
Comen he is of great;
His comb is of red corál
His tail is of jet.

I have a gentle cock
Comen he is of kind;
His comb is of red corál
His tail is of inde.

His legges been of azure
So gentle and so small;
His spurres are of silver white
Into the wortewale.

His eyen are of crystal
Locken all in amber;
And every night he percheth him
In my lady's chamber.