Chicken-o-pathy, Chicken Patty
A pathy for this
A pathy for that
A path that leads to a little blue flat
Cabin-esque and bright green door
Five hundred chickens galore
Oh this bedtime story's already awry
Let's knock on the door, give it a try
Rap a tat, rap a tap
Shh, someone's knocked back!
Oh deary me where were we
Inside or out I can't see
Suppose it's all these five hundred chickens
Flopping about and mad as Dickens
Sweet child chicken's on a ceiling fan
And a crumbly iced up gingerman!
"Once upon a time, everyone died, the end."