A tall order to be sure.
This weird item, resulted in an equally weird pitch; one of his best - and that's saying something.
I've transcribed it below (well, as best I could, between laughing fits). Enjoy:
Now, we're going to something that I love next. It's a cockeral. But this is no ordinary cockeral. This is the cockeral of the sounding of that wonderful tune in the morning. This is Clarence the cockeral.
Now, the cockeral has been with us since the beginning of time.
It's such a symbolic character and I don't know about you but in the eefo heebo stories (I think he meant Aesop's Fables) well, are just quite remarkable. (I'm not sure what that sentence meant)
The story of Clarry of cockeral goes back to Julia the Ceaser (Julius Ceasar - and I doubt that).
Ceasar used to have a cockeral in his individual palaces. The cockeral was a warning to Ceasar of the times of foreboding. If the cockeral didn't start the day with those early morning cries then Ceasar knew the day would be delayed and difficult.
The cockeral by Caesar was used in battles. He was not only proud, he was not only masculine, his sound in the morning was to echo around Rome. His wonderful chin with those beak lines. He's proud, he's masculine, he's Clarry the cockeral.
It's going to look delicious in a rockery, and certainly on the egde of a lawn. It's the sort of thing that creates an atmosphere and talking point in gardens. You will be asked about it. You can name it yourself, but it comes from the proud rooster that is the cockeral that illuminates the garden.
This is a large cockeral as well. He's 12 inches. And cock a doodle do, you've got it for £9!
