A child a mother and the chicken

Being afraid that a friends going to die
A panic attack that reached up to the sky
Waiting for the axe to cut off his head
My dear little chick boy then will be dead

A mother believes that the chickens for tea
She will slice off its head
With her sharp machete
The chicken is conscious it knows and it feels
Such fear in the grasp of the mother who steals

Time, he intrepidly clings onto life
Knowing the women is causing him strife
Her child is beside himself he is his friend
And clearly is hoping that all this wont end

His relationship really with the chicken now who
He loves as a friend not part of some stew
He appeals to his mother this is my friend
And honestly mother it must never end

The fear and the trembling of seeing ones mother
Clutching a chicken not just another
But a true and real friend, who could now lose his life
And his head too helping to cause all of this strife

The child screams aloud and hits his mama
This is my best friend my true chicken star
So leave him alone I so beg of you
We are friends and he cannot be part of your stew

The mother’s a carnivore what would she know
For her its a joke the line she won’t tow
Chickens are food we eat them and they
Its them or its us at the end of the day

The child represents some compassion and we
Are reminded each life is precious to see
We dont have to eat animals thats for sure
Lets all join the ranks of the true herbivore

Lets be like the child who knows in his heart
That the chicken he values and did from the start
He is his friend and to watch a friend die
Is wrong he is family which is why He does cry

As for the mother she hasnt a hope
She is the one who should hang by a rope