The priest of a small Irish village had a pet rooster.
One afternoon, he noticed that the rooster was missing. He suspected that it had been stolen to be used in cockfighting.
At mass the next morning, he asked the congregation, “Has anyone got a cock?”
All the men stood up.
“No, no,” he said. “That wasn’t what I meant.
Has anybody seen a cock?”
All the women stood up.
“No, no,” he said. “That wasn’t what I meant either.
Has anyone seen a cock that doesn’t belong to them?”
Half of the women stood up.
“No, no,” he said.
“Perhaps I ought to rephrase the question.
Has anyone here seen my cock?”
All the choirboys stood up.
