Ghost Chickens in the Sky 2

A chicken farmer went out on a cold and windy day,

He leaned against the coop, as he went along his way.

When all at once a rotten egg hit him in the eye,

It was a sight he dreaded, ghost chickens in the sky.

Ghost chickens in the sky, they roam without a care,

With beaks black and shiny, they haunt the farmer's lair.

Their eyes blaze like fire; the chilling winds amend,

Revenge from the flock he raised, a nightmare without end.

He'd been raising chickens since he was twenty-four,

Working for the colonel thirty years or more.

Killing all them chickens, sending them to fry,

Now they want revenge, ghost chickens in the sky.

Ghost chickens in the sky, they roam without a care,

With beaks black and shiny, they haunt the farmer's lair.

Their eyes blaze like fire; the chilling winds amend,

Revenge from the flock he raised, a nightmare without end.

Their feathers long gone, just shadows pass by,

With clucking like thunder, they make the farmer cry,

He trembles in the darkness, an echo of the past,

Haunted by his choices, his time will never last.

They picked that farmer up, and he died by the claw,

They cooked him extra crispy; he paid for every flaw.

They had no meat or feathers, these chickens, they were dead,

Now the land echoes loudly with the things he never said.

Ghost chickens in the sky, they roam without a care,

With beaks black and shiny, they haunt the farmer's lair.

Their eyes blaze like fire; the chilling winds amend,

Revenge from the flock he raised, a nightmare without end.

Bird noise - bak bak bak, baaaak baaaack, bak bak bak back baaaaa,

Ghost chickens in the sky! They haunt him till he dies.

No rest for the wicked when the farm fills with dread,

They'll feast upon his dreams, in the silence he has fled.