Carol of the Coop

And this is a sad carol, Our voice of grief every yuletide, And our song of plea and prayer, Now and in every Nativity hereafter. A partridge, two turtle doves, Three French hens and four birds a-calling, Yet on the hens you are always calling, To slaughter, butcher and murder. Chicken stew. Chicken pepper soup, Even chicken cubes season every soup. From Feliz navidad to crunching gizzard, Chickens in coops now lifeless in soups. O come all ye faithful, Bring joy to the poultry world, Easy and gentle go on chickens, And with something else stock your kitchen. God rest ye merry, gentlemen And gentle ladies, so rest! Leave us to merry, to enjoy, To live long, we and our kins. And whether it be local or hybrid, Or white or coloured, Chickens lives matter. Oh, please, hark this herald!