Chicken, Chicken In the Yard

Chicken, chicken, in the yard. When will you be quiet? All day long it's cluck, cluck, cluck It sounds like there's a riot. You flap your wings, yet you don't fly And eat and eat and eat You give us eggs, I don't eat eggs And you have funny looking feet. Chicken, chicken, in the yard You're fatter even still I gaze at you across the way And drool on the window sill. Chicken, chicken, in the yard I'll bet you're really tasty. Wings and breast and thighs and legs To leave any is a wasty.