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POEM
Morning's Herald
by James Riopelle
©
I have a friend who wakes me every morn,
Summons
the sun as each new day is born
He shoos away the dark and starry skies,
Proclaims the dawn with bold, melodious
cries
Then off to scratch
his breakfast from the ground
Or find some grain that might be lying 'round.
He struts keeping one eye on hens
and chicks
(Protecting them from any dirty tricks).
This much I know from when danger's near--
Face it straight on. Show
not the slightest fear.
And when with some great peril I must cope
For one speck of his courage will I hope.
And so to every man who sees no
shame
In hurting fowl in a frivolous game--
I say such cruelty we must reject.
A rooster's earned at least
this much respect!
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Chante Pas, Petit Rouge!
(Don't Crow, Little Red!)
Lyric: Ernie Theriot, Audrey Babineaux
George, James Riopelle
Music by Ernie Theriot
Produced & arranged by Ernie Theriot
Performed by Ernie Theriot and the Gris-Gris Band ( from Terrebonne Parish, Louisiana)
Engineered & mixed by Charlie Positerry
Executive Producer: Joe DuBois (past president, COLAA)
Recorded at Olive Studios, Thibodaux, Louisiana
Digital transcription to mp3: Joe Doherty
The Gris-Gris Band--Ernie Theriot (lead vocal & keyboard); Kevin Koike (lead electric guitar); Gerard Melancon (acoustic guitar & bass guitar); A.J. Daigle (fiddle); Tim Stivers (drums, percussion, & harmony vocal); Sammy Naquin (Cajun accordion)
Story art by Becky Theriot
Special thanks to-- Jane Eyrich, Larry Miller,
James Hebert, Jane Davis, Nita Heneter, Allen Kalnit, Cookie Theriot, Buddy Domingue, Eric Bienvenu, Jamie Manders DDS,and
the Jefferson SPCA
Lyric (English) Parrain and Papa, the'd bet on you tonight. They' gonna'
cuss; they gonna' shout When the little red rooster doesn't come out. At morningtime when I am in bed You love to sing to
wake me up, But
don't sing today! We'll
hide real quiet all day. When the night has passed, you'll be safe at last. You can crow your
heart away! Don't crow, Little Red, don't sing!
Chante
pas, Petit Rouge! Chant pas, mon gam. Cache-toi ici avec moi. Ils vont nous trouver
si tu le fais. Chante Pas, Petit Rouge, chante pas! Godfather
and Father, ils parieraient surment sûr toi à soir. Ils vont jurer et ils vont crier Quand
le petit gam rouge sort pas.
Depuis
longtemmps on est bons amis. Les matins quand je suis au lit Tu aimes chanter
pour me réveiller, Mais, chante pas aujourd'hui! On va se cacher bien tranquille toute la journée.
Quand
la nuit sera fini, tu seras sauvé a fin. Tu pourras chanter avec tout ton coeur! Chante pas, Petit Rouge, chante pas!
Don't crow, Little Red! Don't sing, my little rooster.
Hide here with me.
They're going to find you if you do it.
Don’t crow, Little Red, don’t sing!
Today
is your day at the bloody cockfight.
For
a long time we have been good friends.
Come see! Viens ici! Mais, come see with
me.
Si
tu veux rester en vie, si tu veux pas crever
Lyric
(Cajun French)
Aujourd'hui, c'est ton jour a la térrible bataille de gam.
Viens
voir! Come here! Well, viens voir avec moi.
If
you want to stay alive, if you're going to survive
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| Oklahoma & New Mexico Recently Banned Cockfighting. | |||||||||
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LINK: Louisiana Governor Signs Cockfighting Ban, Effective in August 2008.