cold and raining
bad air
stuffed in crates
it just ain't fair

haven't been fed since day before last
never been given a good ol' repast
Dry layers mash every breakfast
no wonder we're so glum 'n downcast

naked patches 'n thinning feathers,
confined in cage, prisoner in fetters,
mold and dirt on my nethers
seems I've been indoors forever

now I'm here
on highest tier
outlook's dire
I'm in the mire

neighbour's dead
was underfed
died of dread
of what lies ahead

we've stopped squawking
nobody's talking
guys are gawking
pointing, stalking

I'm not a fool
i know what this means,
some guy's drool
over chicken and beans