chicken chicken chicken.oh you have a beautifu name, the chicken we all love..
you're delicious meal, but i wonder how you feel when your in that pot.poor chicken, spices and other Ingredients are your escorts when you go in that hot steaming pot.i wonder if you ever say your last prayers.
chicken chicken...the chicken we all love..you look really innocent when you're alive and protecting your eggs, but hey chicken we cant resist you, your finger licking good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I would feel terrible. I would not want to go in a pot. I cluck and cluck, but if I was put in a pot then I’d be so tasty I would be so nice to eat I’d be finger liking good I’ be a fabulous treat.