the tired hen

Tired and tired my scream for help
My countless chicks the hawk seized
Always and ever his tossing and turning
His victorious glide will they proclaim

Comfort me not oh oval boiled eggs
Heavy and more you weigh me down
On you I will lie after I lay you fresh
Sweating and sweating to call you my chick

Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and ever I’ll refuse to be comforted

Soon to lose you to a generational foe
Before the tree top to learn a generational croak
Soon to lose you to his victorious glide
On the wings of the storm his perpetual flight

Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and ever I’ll refuse to be comforted

Why wait and wait before the grab
Why not early before the hatch
Before I light the furnace to call my chicks
To have them fresh and green after the dew

Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and ever I’ll refuse to be comforted

Tired and tired my run for help
My countless chicks the hawk seized
Never and never his perpetual glory an end
Always and never she’ll refuse to be comforted