Swear birds

Fuckadoodle-doo said the rooster

As he saw the farmer's axe

Fook-Hen Hell said the chick-hen

But the farmer said

Relax.

Bucking follox said the Turkey

As the farmer passed close by

That twastard’s going to chop me

But the farmer said

Don’t cry.

And the farmer headed for the trees

To chop some fire wood

And the farm birds sighed

With stark relief

And said

That’s clucking good

We were plucking lucky there!