Cluckinbell

Cock-a-doodle-doo, it's time for chicken, Cock-a-doodle-doo, it's time for a feast, Eat a ninety-piece bucket then you can tell, He's been to Cluckin' Bell! Chicken is a bird with a tiny brain, So we assume he doesn't feel any pain. We shrink their heads and we breed 'em fast; Six wings, forty breasts and then they're gassed. Cock-a-doodle-doo we're psychotic crazies, Cock-a-doodle-doo factory farming's insane. We denied it all before our stock price fell, Come down to Cluckin' Bell!