You look to the right, you look to the left, and there they are.
Chickens.
Behind you, in front of you, on your side, chickens.
Running to the barn in their blurred feather underpants, chickens.
Going up and down stuff and flying on fences, chickens.
They chuckle and cackle and bend over for worms.
Chickens.
Chickens, chickens!
Everywhere chickens!
