Waring men in a chase fright
Poor cockrel in a hasty flight
Sacred abode of the visible noon
Desecrated below the unseen moon
Short the sleep of the elders lived
Gone the peace of the green land out
The feathery throat when slashed cried out loud
A wholesome meal prepared to appease
The raging elders provoked to awake
A restoration of exceeding peace
Kokrokoo Kokrokoo
Three parts the virgin night is divided
The fragile silence soon to be broken
The tired ancient ones to begin
The steps towards their home way
The strong bones of the happy tribe arrayed
Their huts and shelters awake
Three times their unblemished praise
Three times ascend to their mighty maker
Giving way for his sun's rays
Driving away the feared dark
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