Wakey wakey
Chiggo, Rubbing Snakey
The morning egg collection is due
A hard nights rooting, his members blue
Recovery in the morning is a must
in the shed the chickens his lust
Along with the eggs he seeks
some chicken flesh inwich to wrap his meat
The pleasures for him so great
for this erotic encounter he just cant wait!
Along the path towards the shead
the chickens hear his footsteps nearing
For the chickens tired of the abuse
felt at the hands of this farmer
A swarm of feathers, a flash of blood
oh so swift they strike
pecking at his flesh
tearing it from from his bones.
At last when victory is near, Mummy is coming
knife in hand,
ready to gut these chickens
and have their guts canned!
