Unplucked Chickens

  Must be a farmhand somewhere
  Keeps on yanking them out
  Seems like they hatch 'em in pairs
  Not worth the trouble of pulling them out

  Somebody must pluck his gaaame
  They get plucked in the ears & mouth
  Just let their chicklets complain
  His twist will make a meaty mound

  But he don't cook nothing half way
  Decapitation
  He needs no marination
  No taste deprivation 
  To keep on pluckin' them out

  We could ring bell on bell
  Main course is late, cooked well
  But they could not even tell
  Violent hens, hard-boiled ovum, unplucked chickens

  Must be a Queen Hen somewhere
  Keeps on sending them down
  Big thighs, big beak, no hair
  Ready to breed with the rooster crowd

  She has the will to shunt pain
  But something won't let her
  Break free from her feathers
  Even though he can get her
  He just can't pull them all out

  We can use microwave
  Leftovers will be saved
  Even all hens are free-range
  Violent hens, hard-boiled ovum, unplucked chickens


  We let them lay their own eggs
  While everyone chooses
  To ignore orange juices
  We've all got some gooses
  We keep on, keep on plucking them out

  And nobody has a lime
  To cook with marsala wine
  But they all seem to taste just fine
  Violent hens, hard-boiled ovum, unplucked chickens...     ouch!

  Unplucked Chickens...
  Unplucked Chickens...
  Unplucked Chickens