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A Million Chicks
Off with my head,
I'm throwing in the towel
A phoenix, a falcon,
why even an owl
Nothing ever seems fair
when you're a fowl
Oh to be regal
and soar like an eagle
Turns out I'm less respected
than seagull
Treating chicks like this
cannot be legal
I was born a chicken,
but in my heart dwells a hawk
I screech like a red tail;
all I hear is balk, balk, balk!
And if you're a rooster,
then you are also a cock
I could get out of this coop,
but why should I try
I'm domesticated with wing
and I can't even fly
I'm fat and pathetic
and oh so ready to die
So this is my final crow,
our last chance to be heard
We used to know freedom,
we were a proud, jungle bird
Now I'm a feathered sardine
and our life is absurd
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