ChickenIM’s funer@l 🥀


O say can you see, by the coop’s early light, What so proudly we clucked at the dawn’s golden gleaming? Whose broad wings and bright beaks, through the barnyard’s bold fight, O’er the fields we did roam, ever scratching and dreaming. And the rooster’s loud crow, the hens in a row, Gave proof through the morn that our flock still would grow. O say does that feathered banner yet wave, O’er the land of the grain, and the coop of the brave?