Mr MonkeyP00
Mr MonkeyP00
Midland, Texas, United States
Chickens
Chickens look peculiar.
They feed on worms and seed.
We eat so many of them
It’s a wonder they can breed.

They scratch and cluck and peck all day,
Or sit there laying eggs.
They haven’t got the faintest clue
That people eat their legs.

Chickens are all feathery.
They strut about with pride.
You couldn’t eat a raw one,
But they’re great Kentucky-fried.

Although chickens have got wings
No one lets them fly.
Instead we make them run around
‘Cause we like chicken thigh.

Chickens in the chicken hut.
Chickens in the yard.
You can eat most of them,
But their beaks are pretty hard.
Chickens
Chickens look peculiar.
They feed on worms and seed.
We eat so many of them
It’s a wonder they can breed.

They scratch and cluck and peck all day,
Or sit there laying eggs.
They haven’t got the faintest clue
That people eat their legs.

Chickens are all feathery.
They strut about with pride.
You couldn’t eat a raw one,
But they’re great Kentucky-fried.

Although chickens have got wings
No one lets them fly.
Instead we make them run around
‘Cause we like chicken thigh.

Chickens in the chicken hut.
Chickens in the yard.
You can eat most of them,
But their beaks are pretty hard.