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Hahaha... That is such a clever way of saying it! This is what flashed through my mind:
Roosters, with that one wing dropped in the aggressive stance, pacing toward the crows (like the Jets, snapping in time to their song), hens following and singing:
When you're a Hen,
You're a Hen all the way
From your first lettuce treat
To your last dyin' lay.
When you're a Hen,
If the spit hits the fan,
You got roosters around,
Phear the Hen Warrior Man!
You're never alone,
You're never disconnected!
You're home with your own:
When company's expected,
You're well protected!
Then you are set
With a capital H,
Which you'll never forget
Till they cart you away.
When you're a Hen,
You stay a Hen!
When you're a Hen,
You're the top gal in town,
You're the reigning Egg Queen
With the featherweight crown!
When you're a Hen,
You're the swingin'est thing:
Little chick, you're a Hen;
Little hen, you're a queen!
The Hens are in gear,
Our beaks are all clickin'!
The Crows'll steer clear
'Cause ev'ry Corvid's a lousy chicken! (LITTLE JOHNCHICK: "Hey, how did that get in there?")
Here come the Hens
Like a bat out of hell.
A Crow gets in our way,
A Crow don't feel so well!
Here come the Hens:
Little world, step aside!
Better go underground,
Better run, better hide!
We're drawin' the line,
So keep your beaks hidden!
We're hangin' a sign,
Says "Visitors forbidden"
And we ain't kiddin'!
Here come the Hens,
Yeah! And we're gonna beat
Ev'ry last Corvid gang
On the whole treat-filled street!
On the whole!
Ever!
Pecan!
Lovin'!
Street!
Yeah!
Sorry about the long post. I can't keep chickens where I live, so I have to do SOMETHING! I've been whining all day about it. I'll quiet down soon.