Feathered Frenzy

Down by the barn, the sun's gettin' low,

Rooster's struttin' with a strut and a glow,

Hens in the coop, they're cluckin' real loud,

Somethin' ain't right with this rowdy crowd.

Feathers are flyin', they're dancin' in the dirt,

Beaks are peckin' like they're feelin' the hurt,

They found that white bag the trucker left behind,

Now the whole darn flock has lost their minds.

Chickens on cocaine, runnin' 'round insane,

Flappin' their wings like they're ridin' a train,

Peckin' at the moon, screamin' at the corn,

A crazier sight ain't ever been born.

The farmer's shoutin', "What in tarnation?"

But the hens are havin' a wild celebration,

Rooster's crowin' like he's king of the land,

Spinnin' in circles, can't hardly stand.

Eggs are rollin', ain't no nests in sight,

These birds won't quit, not even at night,

The dog’s in the yard, just watchin' the show,

Shakin' his head, thinkin', "What do they know?"

Chickens on cocaine, runnin' 'round insane,

Flappin' their wings like they're ridin' a train,

Peckin' at the moon, screamin' at the corn,

A crazier sight ain't ever been born.