Tyson's song

Tyson was a rescue chicken from a Tyson Foods chicken raising farm. She was the only one of 90,000 peeps delivered 7 weeks earlier that wasn't scooped up and shipped off to be slaughtered and packaged for the frozen food department at Ukrop's. She was with me three weeks till something got into the shed and killed her. For three weeks she sat in the sun, drank clean water, pecked at green grass and slept on fresh straw. For three weeks of her 10-week lifetime she lived a decent life. She was a gentle girl and liked more than anything to sit next to me out back, spread her ratty feathers, stretch out her neck and go to sleep. This is her song.

Tyson ain't pretty

Tyson ain't smart

Her feathers are scruffy

Her feet are too large

There were so many chickens

now there's only one.

All the rest went to market

left Tyson alone.

Now the big chicken scooper

come and scooped em all up

and sent em away

to be gutted and plucked

They're all under plastic

in a store on a shelf.

Maybe Tyson is lucky

but she's all by herself

Now, I'm mighty glad

it was not Tyson's fate

to end up the main course

on some dinner plate

I'm learning some valuable lessons my friends

out in my back yard from a little white hen

So Tyson's no beauty

she's awkward and shy

but she's teachin me

how to live a good life

Be grateful

Be humble

Be kind

Be a friend

And treasure each day

from beginning to end

Somebody tell me how to post audio and I'll sing it for you