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.
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