Chickens are such stately Birds. They come in flocks and not in herds. They do not growl. They do not mew But the males go, "COCKaDOodleDOOOOO!!!!!"
They do not dance but how they strut! They do not sing but how they cluck! They like cracked Corn and Worms and Bugs And other things that we'd call ugh! So how does all of this I beg Somehow turn into an Egg?