Tens of Hen in a Pen
Waiting for their chance to come
Chance to breathe some nice fresh air
Chance to enjoy the joy of freedom
No, No, No, nothing like that
Is going to happen for the hens
I am sure their turn will come
Which will cause their ugly Death
They will get killed one by one
And become nice food for some
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC
Tens of Hen in a Pen
Waiting for their chance to come
Chance to breathe some nice fresh air
Chance to enjoy the joy of freedom
No, No, No, nothing like that
Is going to happen for the hens
I am sure their turn will come
Which will cause their ugly Death
They will get killed one by one
And become nice food for some
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