Pecky has been through a lot
His feathers look so sad
He’s constantly attacked by hens
They’re really very bad
He never tries to fight back
He never tries to win
Every time we let him out
He tries to get back in
You can’t control your chickens
You can’t command your flock
These girls have got you beaten
They only need to squawk
My dear Mr. Greenleg
Oh how you make me cringe!
I want you with the others
Not hanging on the fringe
a pinch of homestead 