On a cold november morning
I rose up from my bed
glanced out the window
And my Chicken he was dead

Poor little chicken
life run out of you
poor little chicken
no more cock a doo do

you may think its funny
and say that im insane
but one thing for sure
sunday dinner wont tast the same

if your eating chicken
a tasty bird , know its true
ever stop and think
chicken has life so blue

poor little chicken
life run into you
poor little chicken
tail feather green blue