Why do you laugh, my feathered, flightless friend?
Is it the corn that falls at your feet?
You are chuckling so heartily, as you take your mite-ridden seat.
So I wonder if you know that your destiny is to be meat?
The Laughter of Chickens
Why do you laugh, my feathered, flightless friend?
Is it the corn that falls at your feet?
You are chuckling so heartily, as you take your mite-ridden seat.
So I wonder if you know that your destiny is to be meat?