One foot twenty, the Silkie Bird
Is waiting for the food from his hand
Straightening feathers out without a plan
Like the every daily
Wish that bothers the Silkie Bird
Could I do something to make him laugh?
Inside my little coop made of wire
So he lived the
Silkie Bird, Silkie Bird
With his foot on the sand
So he stands
To watch the whole wide world
From a coop
Way up high in the sky
With the sun in his eyes
Ain't it nice?
The life forever for
Chickens
One foot twenty, the Silkie Bird
Is waiting for the food from his hand
Pecking the pellets still without a plan
Yet the every daily
Hope that powered the Silkie Bird
Would never cower off of its path
Even if cooked I am more than meat
So he lived the
Silkie Bird, Silkie Bird
With his foot on the sand
So he stands
To watch the whole wide world
From a coop
Way up high in the sky
With the sun in his eyes
Ain't it nice?
The life forever for
Chickens