Chicken Freed

A head that bobbles with each step she’ll take

A routine like that, would be too hard to fake

When she lifts her foot, her head tilts back

Or does it tilt forward, hard to keep track

 

Exercise is not what she does the mostest

Trapped inside a wire cage, she is the hostess

To produce a daily egg is her need

For this service she earns chicken feed

 

Unfortunate cluckers all round enjoy the same fate

Their greatest concern is not to lay late

Whenever they miss it sets off an alarm

With the farmer then packing them out of the barn

 

One hen had missed delivering three times

What happens next added to more poultry crimes

The farmer removed her from the wire cage

Intending next to have her head disengage

 

This indifferent farmer had her strong armed

While carrying her to the back of the barn

Tho’ her panic alarm was ready to gong

She bided her time in an effort to stay calm

 

Carried past freezers loaded with chicken parts

Necks, legs, breasts and lotsa red hearts

As they continued on to the back of the lot

She knew she could soon be stewed in a pot

 

All these chicken bits did quite likely denote

She would be going down some human’s throat

But before ending up as soup, it was time for a plan

To escape from this foul farmer and go on the lam

 

Freeing her wings, she flapped wildly in dread

While aiming a great peck to the side of his head

He, being surprised and briefly stunned

Dropped her and away she did runed

 

Panic squawking, she flew out the barn door

Desperate to escape all bloody chicken guts and gore

Swearing that she would stay free evermore

Of caged up living, she didn’t need no more

 

With her freedom finally having been found             

She beat feet from this chicken killing ground            

Having termination being a thing of the past

She set about to enjoy freedom at last

 

But first she determined that heartless farmer must pay

For her and others trapped in a tight cage every day

So, that night she snuck round, releasing each hen

With all getting together to build a tight, farmer size pen

 

She had them train together as tight battle-knit troops

For capturing farmers, they went through allatha hoops

Then into his bedroom they snuck, uttering nary a peep

Captured him unawares, while he was in a deep sleep

 

He then while spendin his time in a tight wire cage

Continually pleads every day to be freed

But those chickens treat him just as he treated them

Giving him nuthin other than chicken feed

 

A month later “Call Saul” was asked to mediate

To see if there was a solution they could arrange

Eventually the farmer agreeing to scrap all the cages

And let the chickens enjoy laying ‘free range’

 

All are now satisfied with the egg laying scenario

Each chicken enjoys freedom and a soft hay bed

Although one thing remains as it was before

With it being chicken food that they're still fed