Note to recorder:
First: Natural speed please.
Second: Slow and more articulated pronunciation please.
A cock was once sttruting up and down the farmyard among the hens whe suddendly he espied something shinning amid the straw. 'Ho! Ho!' quoted he,'that's for me', and soon rooted it out from beneath the straw. What did it turn out to be but a Pearl that by some chance had been lost in the yard? 'you may be a treasure', quoth Master Cock, 'to men that prize you, but for me I would rather have a single barley-corn than a peck of pearls.'
Moral: Precious things are for those that can prize them.
