CLACK CLITTER CLACK...CLUCK CLUCK CLUCK

Clack Clitter Clack...Cluck Cluck Cluck,

The rythm repeats itself

as I imagine the fluttering that must be amongst.

 

Like Chickens fighting, as they run through their feed,

knowing eventually one or the other

will be next in line as the AX

brings down defeat.

 

Clack Clitter Clack...Cluck, Cluck, Cluck

The rythm repeats itself over and over again.

If you only knew how much I hate,

I don't get to witness  which one faces his end.