Super Chicken Returns
If I was a chicken, I would lay ten eggs a day
Stay busy while the other chickens played
Be the best chicken and stay in the hay
So when that farmer gets hungry
Probably this Sunday
He will pick chicken too lazy to lay
Just to be sure, I will stay out of sight
Stop my clucking, only eating at night
This plan should work, it's all air tight
Saturday's over, sun's coming up
I cross my toes, just for luck
Then heard those words "chicken tonight?"
The farmer was swift and opened the gate
Eight chickens got out, but one was too late
The chicken was kicking and taken away
Served at dinner, outside
Of course it was fried
That chicken's in a basket, touch'e " I say"
Then I gathered the chickens there in the coop
They feared that wicker casket, as I did too
We said the chicken prayer, for our pal Stu
"Let us stick together
Feather to feather
Until fried some Sunday, then Monday's soup"
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