With the foxes guarding the hen house
And the chickens running loose
Where would we all be by now
If we had the freedom of choice to choose

Running around with our heads cut off
As they pluck us to the bone
In which to stuff their king & queen size beds
With what little left we own

What used to be normalcy
Let the four winds blow
These days it's more than hard to keep
Foxes in their holes

With nary a hint of the secrets they've kept
Sly foxes that they are
Please be our guest to the latest mess
America's chicken yard