12 June 2012
Right one of you is slacking
And I don't know who it is,
So until you start laying again
This place'll be hen Auswitz.
I tried spiking your food with Dulcoease
All to no effect,
I don't care which one of you it is
I've no problem wringing necks.
Milly is it you?
You look rather shifty.
Then again it could be Molly
She looks really guilty.
Excuse me Miss Mandy-Quakers
Where do you think you're going?
Is that a bulging bottom
That you seem to be showing?
Not one of you is leaving
Until the culprit has been found,
I'll sit on you all to pop it out
If you're eggbound.
This is getting silly
Just lay your eggs, you hear?
Or each and every one of you's
For the boiling pot my dears.
Chicken Concentration Camp • Opuss № I