“Chickenshit”

A chicken shit and out I came

So Chickenshit becomes my name

Always lost and never found

Longing to be underground

The roosters they won’t talk to me

I’m not the cock they want to see

They won’t come near when I come to

So by myself I doodle-doo

When the foxes come to town

I’m not the one they gobble down

I never learned to cross the road

The other side to never know

The scholars argue which came first

The chicken or the egg or worse

No matter how it all began

Still ends up in the frying pan

At times like these I understand

That I will always be a man

Who never got the gist of it

So ends the tale of Chickenshit