Classic Poem

The chickens they are crowing, a-crowing, a-crowing,
The chickens they are crowing, for it is almost daylight.

My mother she will scold me, will scold me, will scold me,
My mother she will scold me for staying away all night.

My father he'll uphold me, uphold me, uphold me,
My father he'll uphold me and say I'd done just right.

I won't go home till morning, till morning, till morning,
I won't go home till morning, and I'll stay with the girls all night.
The chickens they are crowing, a-crowing a-crowing,
The chickens they are crowing, for it is almost daylight.