We runnin' round like little chicks
Ready for a'slaughterin'
Farmer Gov comes out
Feeds us all little pells'

Buckah buckah we all crien' out
Farmer Gov scratches and plucks our feathas
One by one by one
Then throws us out and feeds pells' again

Eventually Farmer Gov a'slaughterin' us
He line us all up
An' sleets the throats with hees shaaarp knife
An' we jus' watch along as our other chicks *** cut until we a'panick when it's our turn