7 billion male chicks
Are slaughtered every year
Some with inept gas its true
But most the conveyor of fear
As males cannot lay eggs
They are the innocent that must die
Chirping very joyously
To the macerator, high
Chattering together
Into the ugly core
Crushed into a slurry
An awful gruel of gore
Brimstone soup and feathers
A jaundiced blood stained
Soup
Babies ground up every single one of
Cock a hoop
Egg Industries have seen the need
Economically
To do away with these babies
All surplus tragically
So callous
Even Monstrous, noxious
Anxious
And,
horrendous
To be sure
Egregious
So disastrous
Life was never for
Creophagous and Luteous
Planteous, for me
So Entirely nauseous
And the most hideous
Thing to see.