My names is chickety
\nI am a chick
\nI’m so excited
\nthat this place I did pick
\nout of the window what do I see
\na big bright blue sky
\nits a good place to be<\/p>\n
I’m in the hatchery
\nI was born there
\nthere was so much chirping
\nit just filled the air
\nI am now in a basket
\nwith lots of my own
\nits warm and I can snuggle up
\nand not be alone<\/p>\n
it would just tear my heart out
\nand its lovely to see
\nall the balls of fluff
\nwhich of course, now I be
\nit seems we are leaving
\nwhere will we go
\nI am a male chick
\nthat much I know<\/p>\n
will I one day
\nbe a rooster so red
\na cock that can crow
\nand be so well fed
\nwill a I strut in the farmyard
\nwith my harem of hens
\nI’ll just have to wait
\nbut now I’m with friends<\/p>\n
we’re off on a longish conveyor
\nit seems
\na journey to somewhere
\nbeyond all our dreams
\ninto a land of sunshine and rain
\nwith enough space to fly
\nand weight we can gain<\/p>\n
chugging along chirping away
\nchattering happily
\nwanting to play
\nwe are the Easter chicks
\nthat’s what we do
\nwe’re happy and honestly
\nwe do love you<\/p>\n
then we begin to slow
\nand we hear a great grinding monster
\nexpressing such fear
\ngreat teeth made of steel
\nwith gums too that chew
\noh hell what is happening
\nahead what they do<\/p>\n
they are throwing the chicks into
\nthis dreadful hole
\nI can hear all the bones being
\ncrushed every soul
\ntheir tiny tears
\ntheir tiny screams
\noh god what is happening
\nto our chickety teams <\/p>\n
I’m getting closer
\ncan I leap on the floor
\ncan I get out of this
\ncan I run out the door
\nis it possible I can escape
\nwhat appears
\nto be my death by being ground up
\nall these tears<\/p>\n
I feel them they are coming
\nmy little heads wet
\nwill I be crushed too
\nit seems that is set
\nI leap off the belt
\nand crash onto the floor
\nand all of the others
\nthere arn’t any more<\/p>\n
just a grey residue
\na feathery slop
\ndripping with blood
\nout by me does pop
\nI’m a survivor
\nand I’ve got away
\nbut along comes some tart
\nwith a bloody great tray
\nshe treads down on me
\nwow! breathing my last
\nI’m as flat as a pancake
\ngone to and fast<\/p>\n
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My names is chickety I am a chick I’m so excited that this place I did pick out of the window what do I see a big bright blue sky its a good place to be I’m in the hatchery … Continue reading