There's many a tale
In these lands fit for tellin'
And some of them sad
Like to bring the tears welling
But if you don't find
These few stanzas too troublin'
I'll sing the song of
The last chicken in Dublin
There once was a cock
Who lived down in the barnyard
It won't be a shock
That his life wasn't too hard
Cooped up with the hens
Or in morning time crowing
He lived like a king
And had no thought of going
But life is quite cruel
When you're only a chicken
You soon learn the rule:
Folks find you finger-lickin'
The farmer came out
With a cleaver and hatchet;
The cock saw a train
And he flew off to catch it
In these lands fit for tellin'
And some of them sad
Like to bring the tears welling
But if you don't find
These few stanzas too troublin'
I'll sing the song of
The last chicken in Dublin
There once was a cock
Who lived down in the barnyard
It won't be a shock
That his life wasn't too hard
Cooped up with the hens
Or in morning time crowing
He lived like a king
And had no thought of going
But life is quite cruel
When you're only a chicken
You soon learn the rule:
Folks find you finger-lickin'
The farmer came out
With a cleaver and hatchet;
The cock saw a train
And he flew off to catch it
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